Sorry I haven't written in awhile. So let's just put it right out there- I'm having a slight feeling of guilt in preaching what I've not been strictly practicing.
Me telling you to keep focused, to avoid unhealthy choices and to suck it up is like a plastic surgeon with a gigantic schnoz telling you you need a nose job...or a bleached blond with fake nails and obvious silicone boobs telling you to "stay real".
I can't lie to you. I'm not visiting the Dairy Queen or Pizza Hut on a regular basis, but I have indulged in a few things that Fitness Pal would unfriend me for.
I've tried blaming it on the weather ...cold = comfort food, PMS ( but I'm almost 60), and a little Keebler Elf that practically held me hostage in his cookie tree. But, hey- like the blond said -"let's be real".
However that doesn't mean I'm done. It just means I'm going to have to take another route around the cheese aisle in the grocery store, drive three miles out of my way to avoid McDonalds, and tell the next well-meaning friend who offers me cheesecake to shove it.
Seriously, it was the chili with crackers and cheese that sabotaged my good efforts last week. A Super Bowl splurge...Even though I have no interest whatsoever in a silly football game.
And Sunday is Valentines Day...oh, Lordy!
But, hey, I'm prepared to bypass a Whitman Sampler in order to show that cockeyed bathroom scale who's who! And in addition to just needing so badly to prove to myself I can do this, I've already bought a dress for a wedding coming up in two weeks. There's no room in that tight belly pouch for Cadbury eggs, bonbons or person pan pizzas. Not even with double duty Spanx and a Saran Wrap home sauna...
So, ( as my husband says when he's trying to be cool or funny)- I think you're picking up what I'm laying down...
It's a struggle. But once you've eaten that cookie, you do know it's okay to run down, stalk and strangle that little elf, don't you?
Very well. Now, let's carry on.