So if I am to be a true honest blogger, I guess this counts too.Chit.I took the plunge and joined Weight Watchers. There, I've said it. I am now accountable. chit. I have wrestled with weight loss surgery, and several diet plans. I am not heavy enough to be a candidate for surgery,( and chicken too) and I hate diets. Yesterday, I nearly spent a small fortune on Medifast. ( my good friend has now lost 43 lbs !) I opted to get in the car, go 2 miles to the Womens center, walk in the door where other fattys go at 5 PM on Monday's, and exclaim that I have an emergency! ( I think that I frightened the registration lady)
Undignified Pounds have crept on me since my daughters wedding. Was it stress? menopause? Carelessness? Lifes challenges not met correctly? Who knows, but I TRULY miss size 8 and feeling fit as a fiddle! (do fiddles feel fit?) Truthfully, I miss that MORE than the clothes!
Remember Valentines Day when I started a gym membership? I worked out and lost for 3 whole weeks UNTIL the dreaded tooth surgery. I physically felt better! I slept better! I was in pain a lot!
Now I cant seem to get back, and I gained it back!:::pissed:::
When Walt had surgery I gained. When I lost Jamie I gained. When Mom died I gained! Enough is enough! How can I expect my emotions to heal while I'm trashing my body?The stupid thing is I dont even THINK I AM trashing my body!! I eat healthy foods, I dont LOVE sweets like many peoples do...So maybe its TOO much healthy foods? Remember I told you that I traded being a clothes horse for a shoe freak? Well thats not what I want. I want my clothes back!
If I am to be my authentic self, I need to be honest with myself. I have every excuse on the planet,and thats just NOT who I
::You do know that you are truly my think tank yes?:::
Suffice to say that I have made a decision, and I do not take that lightly, so onward I forge. I guess you're coming with me eh? Mercy.... What will she do next?