::nudges foot shyly in dirt::
I’m here and it’s Heir to Blair’s McFatty Monday. And yes. This is my third time on it. And yes, I wrote the post about being a proud porker.
I meant it, I still do. But.
I’m starting to not even fit into those clothes anymore. So unless I want to get a WHOLE OTHER WARDROBE from Ann Taylor Loft (no please) I need to get healthy. Not skinny. Not tiny. Not thin. I’m trying to be healthy for me, my size, my comfort level.
But zomg. It is so hard.
Also? I have Girl Scout cookies. And the thing about them is, they taste so delish and I simply can’t have just one. In fact.
Last night I may (or may not) have had 3/4 of a pack of Thin Mints. And before you judge, let me just say that the word “Thin” is pretty sneaky on there because it makes you think it’s not as bad for you as, say, the Caramel DeLites. Those just scream “THIGHS” from the moment you get the box. I’m catching up on Grey’s Anatomy (on Season 2, totally hooked, holy crap is Meredith thin, and I think George is twice the man McDreamy is) and when I watch, I want a snack. I want a cookie. Maybe 14.
In my own twisted head, I keep thinking the faster I eat them, the faster I can get rid of them and start on being healthy.
So that’s working well.
I don’t want to do the C25k. Or Weight Watchers (even though I have a membership – hello guilt). I am kinda stuck because I do have to pick something and find the motivation. Ugh. I’m bored with Sam gone, Bella naps twice a day still and quite honestly, by the end of the day when I know she’s asleep for good, the last thing I want to do is exercise.
But here I am. Hoping to find my strength in numbers and Blair’s unfailing ability to make me think, “I bet I could do this too!”
Because third time’s the charm. Or at least the very embarrassing number where you finally admit Girl Scout cookies aren’t a weight loss plan.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I still have 1/4 a roll of Thin Mints, 3 Caramel DeLites and a roll of Trefoils that certainly aren’t going to eat themselves.