Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Two-and-a-Half Years Later, Nothing's Changed

It's shameful...but here I am...still.

Let's try this again, shall we? From the top!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

It's A Slippery Slope

I learned a lesson about myself this past weekend. I can't cheat...not even a little bit.

Saturday morning, M. and I went to our favorite Mexican hole-in-the-wall for a breakfast burrito (our Saturday morning tradition). I got my usual burrito and a Dr. Pepper, with the intention that I would eat great the rest of the day.

But drinking that Dr. Pepper did me in. When it comes to sweets, I'm an addict! I get a little, and rather than satisfying my craving, it makes me crave more...and more....and more!

Needless to say, the rest of the weekend was a downhill slide. I hate that. In two days, I undid everything I had worked hard for the previous week.

That's okay, though. It was a lesson learned, and I pick up and go on from here. I won't be making that mistake again. For the next four weeks, I have to be hard core!!!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

This Has Nothing To Do With Diet Or Exercise, But...

Bloggernoob over at Make Money Blog is having a link contest, so by writing this, I'm officially entering. He's giving away a cash prize equal to one dollar for every person who links back to his blog, and the winner will be selected randomly from the entries. Want to join in? Just go to Make Money Blog and read about the contest.

I sure hope I win! Wow...if a lot of people enter, think of how much Dr. Pepper that would buy. Wait! NO!! What I meant to say was...ummm...think of how many healthy veggies that would buy! (Okay, I'm working on it. I'll get there.)

Nectar From Heaven, or Satan's Elixir?

This is it. This is my downfall...the main cause for the extra fifty pounds on my butt cheeks alone!!

I love this stuff., I hate it. No...actually I love it. I HATE IT. But I really love it. I HATE IT!!

Okay, I hate that I love it, and I want to hate it. I'm seriously addicted! If only there was a 12-step program for Dr. Pepper addiction...or a rehab, perhaps!

I know that I have to choose. I can't be thin and have my Dr. Pepper, least not right now. Okay, I'm going to make my decision. I choose....... **scratching head trying to make a decision**

Thursday, January 17, 2008

You Mean I Actually Have To GO To The Gym?!

Just having a membership won't do the trick? Dang it!!

Okay, I'm actually not that stupid, but if you were judging by my behavior over the past year, you may believe I actually think that way.

My hubby (M.) and I have been members of Gold's Gym for just over a year now, and we may as well have been flushing our money down the toilet. But we've committed to making a real change. And I'm actually quite proud of us!

I think I've even gotten over that hump--the hump that separates absolutely hating the gym and somewhat enjoying the gym. Now don't get me's not like I love it. At least not yet. But I'm excited about getting thin, so I'm motivated. In fact, tonight when M. suggested that we get ready for the gym, I think I only whimpered once! Now THAT'S progress!!

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Why Can't Carrots Taste Like Cupcakes?

That's all I want to know. It seems like a perfectly reasonable question. Why is it that all of the stuff that's so bad for us tastes so darn good??

Needless to say, I'm craving sweet stuff.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Weight...What A Funny Little Number

Weight...that one number that strikes fear in the hearts of women...and some men. What is it about that number? It's almost as if we think that as long as that number remains unspoken (or unwritten), then people won't be able to tell that we're overweight. Hiding that number somehow makes our weight problem invisible to others. It's only when that number is revealed that people look at us and say, "Wow...she's overweight!"

Ha! If only that were true! I think the only people we fool by hiding that number is ourselves. We bury our head in the sand like an ostrich, refusing to face the truth, while all the time, our "truth" is hanging out for the rest of the world to see.

Well, I'm tired of hiding. I've done it. I've made that number public (in the column to the right). It's horrifying. It's sad. It's a bit frightening. But it's my reality. Now I finally know what everyone else has known all along--I have a problem that needs to be corrected.

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