December 14, 2009
I never understand why I choose to go on a diet around the holidays. I think my reasoning is that I will get a head start on everybody else that will start a diet in January. I went to two Christmas parties this past weekend. I wasn’t perfect but I for sure wasn’t as bad as I could have been. Tomorrow is my official weigh-in day. Hoping I stay the same.
I’m having a hard time getting motivated to blog. I wish I could come up with something clever to write about but I can’t. I had a funny thought earlier today but I have forgotten what it was. Oh well.
November 17, 2009
I named this post a few weeks ago. Sometimes when I have a good idea for a post I will save a draft with a few keys words to remind me of what I wanted to write about. This one only had a title. I don’t remember what it was supposed to be about.
I joined Weight Watchers online yesterday. I’m too lazy to actually go to meetings so the online version is perfect for me. The only thing wrong with the online version is that it would be really easy to cheat. On my weigh-in day I could put any weight I want. No stranger there to weigh me and keep me honest. Every week I could decrease my weight by 5lbs. Then I would get to see the line on the graph move down hill. The computer doesn’t know if I’m telling the truth. I could reach my goal weight (in cyberspace) in record time.
The worst thing about joining is having to be honest about my weight. The second worst thing is when it is trying to calculate how many points you can have a day it asks your activity level. I had to pick the option that indicates that I sit on my ass all day long. Actually, if it is possible to do a negative amount of activity per day I would have chosen that one.
I love to eat. I love to eat when I’m sad, happy, angry, tired and any other emotion you can have in a day. I love it and I hate it at the same time. It makes me miserable. So yesterday I decided I could be miserable and eat all the time and be fat or I could start eating less and be miserable and be skinny. Let’s see how the skinny miserable works out.
My friend and I decided that we were going to be skinny one more time before we die. If we can’t then we agreed to find a very skilled mortician that can make us a size 2 with washboard abs.