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How’s the week going for y’all? I had a not so great weekend, diet wise, but I’ve done really well so far this week, and the key is to just take it one day at a time. If I sound like a 12 Step program, so be it. It’s working for me.
I admit it though…it took hitting a low point. Every other time I’ve tried to get my diet back under control it was because I hit a high point, as in a high point on the scale. Not this time, this time it was a low point. I know I’m heavy enough that if I went to my Dr. he’d suggest Gastric Bypass, but I’m stubborn, and I’ve decided to put that stubborn streak to use. You see, I’m not real fond of Doctors, and definitely not fond of surgery. I’ve lsot wrehgt before, adn I’m going to do it again ..and this time, it’s going to last. I’m 38 years old now, and my body is feeling it. I can’t afford to see-saw in this department any longer.
So I am determined. First thing to go…Pop.
Yep. Even though I’m am near a deadline, I’ve cut it out, except for one glass a day when I am at work. I can’t have it in my house because then I drink it, and I don’t eat. I have to say, in the last three days I’ve gotten back intothe habit of water, water and more water, and it’s making a difference. A lot of my carb cravings have sorta left…not all of them..but a lot. LOL
ANd I was doing good back at the gym until stuff happened at work and I had to start work this week every day an hour and a half early…and I just could not drag my ass out of bed early enough to make it. So today, I’m aiming to go after work…it has to be done, because I have sexy clothes I want to wear!
Thanks everyone who’s been sending stuff to me, I’m going to use it all..just not all today. *grin* Today I chose this poem that Laurie sent me. Hope it helps you keep going!
Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste.
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).
I’d remember the marvellous meals I’d prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”
As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt—
I said to myself, as I only can
“You can’t spend a winter disguised as a man!”
So–away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won’t have a cookie–not even a lick.
I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I’m hungry,
I’m lonesome,
and life is a bore—
But isn’t that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
