Welp, it official...I've given in to the FAT that is me! I have gained every flippity floppin (and I do mean FLOPPIN) pound back that I had lost. I'm so tired of fighting the battle of the bulge...and I'm really ticked at all you "high metabolism" individuals who can eat an entire chocolate cake and remain ridiculously slim...GAAAAGGGG ME!!! - course there's a thought...just kidding. I can't figure out how to break the vicious cycle that is my eating! I mean, when I stick to my plan...I lose .5 - at that rate I'll be slim when I'm oh...say....210 years old! By then, who cares that your boobies are doubling as knee pads or worse yet - shin guards...I'm mean seriously I'm already in a "some number that I won't disclose here" with the cup size LONG!!!! Argh! I have my grandmother's boobs - just roll them babies up and stick in a bra!
I hate being LARGE...I'm a much better person when I'm slim - better attitude, more self esteem. ACK, I hate getting dressed - but realize I must...nobody wants "all this" exposed and besides...I don't think you can get chocolate in the pokey.
Then there's the exercise...when does one do that when one already gets up at 5:00 a.m. but can't go to bed before 11:00 most nights - gotta have clean drawers to wear (for those of you non-southern speakers drawers=underwear). I have tried to get up at 4:30 OMGah!!
Well, I can find all kinds of reasons/excuses but I guess the one thing I'm not owning is my lack of motivation to lose the weight. I guess it's kinda like our faith...we can talk about how we want to believe or what should and shouldn't be but then sometimes we don't put shoes on the faith...ya know. I talk about losing the weight, exercising being a better role model for my kids where food is concerned...but my shoes never make it on! Okay - I'm done
p.s. I do realize that I have much for which to be thankful - a wonderful DH, DD, DS and wonderful friends!