I realized I never did post just how many pounds I am carrying around on this ass of mine and since Debi (since I am incapable of figuring out how to link her blog in here you will just have to see it on my sidebar) posted her weight, here it is. As of 8:00 this morning, I weighed 210.5 pounds. Too bad I am not 7′6″. Then this weight would be acceptable.
I am waiting on my car (which still thankfully weighs more than I do) and plotting my lunch strategy. I am DYING for a Taco Bell fix and am thinking if I choose wisely I can have lunch there. Granted, I can probably only have 1/3 of a taco. And of coure I have plenty of self control to stop at that..
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Yes…that’s exactly what we need…one of those old torture machines that stretches us out!!! I think being stretched a few feet would be a heck of lot less torturous than trying to lose this damn weight.
Did you hit Taco Bell? Our family book club at the pizza joint was not kind to me. Oh, okay, I was not kind to me…blah, blah, blah, and take responsibility for my own choices, right? But come on, pizza sitting there. On the table. In front me. With that wonderful pizza aroma…
Of course I hit Taco Bell. Missing a chance like that would have been a crying shame! And pizza isn’t actually the worst food out there calorie and nutrition wise…you likely did better than I did at Cold Stone!
This is most fun diet experience EVER!!!! I am, however, wondering if we’re ever going to master the art of motivation.
Motivation to “not eat,” that is… (Is it bad to admit that a very big part of me–okay ALL parts of me are big–hopes that we don’t?)