I'm creeping out of the hole I dug around Thanksgiving and happily jumped into the week before Christmas. While there I have been happily stuffing my fat face with shit and living a mostly sedentary life. Calories? What's that? Fat content? Who cares? Water intake? I'd rather have Diet Coke. Take out? Yes please, I would love fries with that!
Well we're back on the bus. It stopped by this morning and I hopped on. I'm safely sitting in row four and taking in the scenery.
The damage: 211 pounds this morning. Well damn. Not terrible, I kind of think it should have been worse but certainly not good. I've been avoiding my favorite jeans. I think they fit but I just feel bubbly, jiggly, and swollen so I don't even want to bother.
Gotta say, the theory that it's a holiDAY and not a holiSEASON is really just plain crazy talk. As much as I wanted to make it a day rather than a month, I found it to be impossible. Going out to eat, parties, lack of schedule and routine, all that stuff made it really hard. Not to mention the food served (cookies, pies, cakes, fudge, prime freakin' rib on Christmas day) I actually gave up. But now it's over so I'm back on track.
We're back on the bus. Hopefully y'all will come with me. There are plenty of seats!
In other news:
I'm still unemployed. Great!
The friend* sort of became the boyfriend last week. Between you and me he's going to become the
Lucy went back to live with her other custodial parent because I live at home and my mother is not okay with two dogs in her house. Tessie and I are managing the loss.
I had a nice Christmas and New Year's. I hope you did too.
Something positive: Back on the bus, baby!
Something negative: 211 sucks
Something for tomorrow: Stay on track!
