Monday, July 14, 2008
Ponder
It seems to me that the times I don't overwhelm my night time routine with an Angus deluxe are those times when I'm working. I will say that I was actually hungry the other night when I polished off a quarter pound of kosher bologna, but I had to be forced to go and get it. I wasn't trying to fill some void with a trip through a drive thru. What is that? Sometimes I think it's a lack of not having anything at home and the fear of having to go back out after I've arrived home working a long day. I need to work on the trust/food issue.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Email to Hubby
Subject Line: Nutritionist
Make an appointment, go. It's apparent to me that you have no clue about food and I think a nutritionist would do you good. Spaghetti and meat balls by the pound is not a healthy meal, neither is an iceberg lettuce salad loaded with, *shudder* French dressing.
Signed
Not your mother
Make an appointment, go. It's apparent to me that you have no clue about food and I think a nutritionist would do you good. Spaghetti and meat balls by the pound is not a healthy meal, neither is an iceberg lettuce salad loaded with, *shudder* French dressing.
Signed
Not your mother
1st Post
I'm a smart ass.
Last night when I asked my husband to please get me McD's on his way back from running an errand and he replied, "I didn't marry your mother" which I should have thrown a pillow at him, kicked his ass out of the bedroom and locked the door.
Instead I replied, "I didn't marry your mother" in which he said something to the effect of I'm far from my mother.
Truth is we've surpassed our mothers, passive aggressive argument aside. My guess is we both outweigh our mothers by at least 50 pounds. Of course I win the "argument" because I don't have a history of smoking or a father with heart disease.
We need to lose weight. Desperately. Our sex lives suffer. Our lives in general are less fulfilling. I'd rather stay at home watching HGTV eating popcorn than go out and enjoy life. I plan vacations to cold areas just so I don't have to uncover one roll of fat.
Avoiding my doctor. I manipulate my gynecologist like no ones business just so I don't have to go in and see him as often. I know what he'll say about my weight.
How much? I need to lose 100 pounds as of today. I tried weighing myself in the dark this AM. Well, there was a little light protruding from the hall. So then I got the nerve to weigh with the lights on and it wasn't pretty.
Game Plan
We all know what to do. It's not rocket science. Eat less, move more. Pretty simple. I know what TO do, I just lack the motivation.
But to be honest, maybe the motivation is that things hurt. Things that should hurt on this side of 40. Feet for instance. I've had very weird feet. I've had stress fractures, planter fasciitis, and now something is happening on my right foot again.
Time is also a consideration. I have little control over what I eat at work. My friend Pete loves the quote Fail to plan, plan to fail. Seems like a good motto.
I started this blog to get mentally motivated. I have work plans this weekend that make it impossible to start dieting or exercising before Monday or D-day (as in diet). Hopefully I can muster the motivation to get there and not wimp out like before.
Last night when I asked my husband to please get me McD's on his way back from running an errand and he replied, "I didn't marry your mother" which I should have thrown a pillow at him, kicked his ass out of the bedroom and locked the door.
Instead I replied, "I didn't marry your mother" in which he said something to the effect of I'm far from my mother.
Truth is we've surpassed our mothers, passive aggressive argument aside. My guess is we both outweigh our mothers by at least 50 pounds. Of course I win the "argument" because I don't have a history of smoking or a father with heart disease.
We need to lose weight. Desperately. Our sex lives suffer. Our lives in general are less fulfilling. I'd rather stay at home watching HGTV eating popcorn than go out and enjoy life. I plan vacations to cold areas just so I don't have to uncover one roll of fat.
Avoiding my doctor. I manipulate my gynecologist like no ones business just so I don't have to go in and see him as often. I know what he'll say about my weight.
How much? I need to lose 100 pounds as of today. I tried weighing myself in the dark this AM. Well, there was a little light protruding from the hall. So then I got the nerve to weigh with the lights on and it wasn't pretty.
Game Plan
We all know what to do. It's not rocket science. Eat less, move more. Pretty simple. I know what TO do, I just lack the motivation.
But to be honest, maybe the motivation is that things hurt. Things that should hurt on this side of 40. Feet for instance. I've had very weird feet. I've had stress fractures, planter fasciitis, and now something is happening on my right foot again.
Time is also a consideration. I have little control over what I eat at work. My friend Pete loves the quote Fail to plan, plan to fail. Seems like a good motto.
I started this blog to get mentally motivated. I have work plans this weekend that make it impossible to start dieting or exercising before Monday or D-day (as in diet). Hopefully I can muster the motivation to get there and not wimp out like before.
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