Sunday, September 4, 2011

I'd give up, but that's not going to make that dress fit, either.

Remember when I said something about how if I cheat I'm only cheating myself?  I was so bad this week, and it shows on the scale that hasn't moved in the right direction.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

It's okay though.  I'm regrouping.  I'm accepting my consequences and making new plans.  5 miles yesterday - yes, it was the hottest day of the year, at 106 or so.  Yes, 2.5 miles were very uphill.  Yes, it sucked balls.  Yes, I felt awesome after it was over.

And then I took a cold shower and Jimi got in with me and when I was finished I opened the shower curtain to get a towel and there stood Jimi's brother and his friend, hollering out "Who's in the shower?" as I flashed them full frontal.

Oh, and my soaking wet panties, shorts, and tank top were strewn throughout the hallway, just enough to make sure they'd have to step over each piece to get to the living room.

They were like an hour early showing up to the house, for the record.  I don't generally shower with my boyfriend with the bathroom door open and sweaty clothes all over the house when I'm expecting company imminently.

We all pretended like it didn't happen.

Two miles this morning, not uphill, and it's pretty cool and comfortable outside right now.  I'm going to have to do that at least every morning before work.  And I've gotta get serious about the upper-body toning - I don't know how else I'm going to melt away enough back-fat to get that fucking zipper closed.

My inches are moving, though, and in the right direction, even.  Just not as quickly as I'd like.  I wanted magic - two weeks in, I wanted that dress to fit perfectly and that scale to say beautiful things I've not seen since my (very) early twenties.

I want to eat cake and ice cream so bad.  And an entire chocolate Easter bunny covered in a quart of peanut butter.  Instead, I think I'm going to go to the grocery and stock up on a bunch of Paleo grub.

In other news, it's Sunday, but not just any Sunday - it's Sunday before a no-work Monday, which makes it like a Super Saturday.  No bellyache at 6 o'clock tonight when I realize work is again looming on the horizon.

Happy Sunday!


  1. Hang in there, I know it's tough. Sorry about the full frontal peekaboo. Ha Ha. That shit happens to everybody. Maybe not a shower peekaboo but a flash of boobage from a missed button or something worse. My son has caught me getting out of the shower twice this past year. If he isn't scarred by now he never will be.

  2. oh. my. god. If I had the shower thing happen to me...I'd just about die. You are brave, girl! I'd have tried to dive into the toilet just to avoid the awkwardness! YIKES!

    Shrinking inches are good! Take it! It'll get you into that dress, too. :)

  3. Be careful to not try to change too many things at once... it's hard to change WHAT you eat, HOW you eat, how MUCH you eat, how MUCH you exercise, etc.... all at once. Pick one of those things (how MUCH you eat)...and once you get that change down and NORMAL in your life, add in the next thing. Otherwise you're bound to get overwhelmed and give up. You might want to hire a trainer as well since you're on a time crunch for the wedding.

    Too funny about the shower. :)

  4. I bet they

    It's cheating, but you could always do one of those herbal wrap things that sort of shrink your body? I have always secretly wanted to do this.

  5. Ha! At least with the sweaty clothes and dual showering, they think your sex life is that of what it probably was in your twenties!! Hehehe!!

  6. Haha. The full frontal. OOPS. You really can't say much after that. Full denial is key.

    As for the weight, you are going to be fine. Don't try to overdo it all at once or your body and mind will just rebel and you will wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself stuffing Twinkies in your face. Take it slow! (I know, you don't have a lot of time...but) Anyway, good luck! You are doing great!

  7. Don't let the slowness of the progress get you down! I've been working out consistently since February and I'm not even halfway to where I thought I'd be by now. The way I look it at is the harder I have to work to get the weight and size off, the more likely it is to stay off. Quick fixes have quick rebounds.

    You can do it!


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