So day 10 has come and gone! Blogging at the end of the day is ALWAYS a challenge. I have done well all day, and all I want to do is sneak down to the kitchen...like I have done many-a-night... and eat everything I see without waking anyone. Kinda like the fat kid version of "Don't Wake Daddy"...you remember that commercial for that game, right?
Regardless, when I face my weakness in the late hours of the night, I poor myself a huge glass (well technically plastic cup, I'll call it a plastic) of water and chug it. It never makes me any less hungry. You win some you loose some.
What a negative light to shine on my 10th day of being a self-conscience health nut? Regardless, I had a rather stunning day. I can name everything I ate. Brilliant.
Slimfast shake, 250 calorie sandwich from Subway, 100 calorie pack of almonds, 2 liters of WATER! (that should be some kind of bonus!), some tuna and pickles, laughing cow cheese, turkey slices, a few veggies, and a 100 calorie pack of cookies (the cherry on top? I'd say so!).
As I was healthily snacking when I got home from work...my brother awkwardly called me out for my new found health kick. "Are you DIETING or something?" He thinks diets are liberal for some reason... we are a rather conservative family, so the term "dieting" coming from him was spat out in a very negative way. Very. Good thing he doesn't know about my blog.
I don't remember what I said back. Funny encounter though.
Today is my wonderful friend Hailey's 22nd birthday. What does that have to do with my health blog? Everything! I will be undoubtedly sharing wine with her in celebration. This is too many calories to even look up. It will be one of those ignorance is bliss type of splurges. It is worth it for you, Hailey!
I just realized I did not share any stories from the lake. I will just paint a quick little mental picture for you. We get on the boat, everyone takes off their cover ups to get some sun. I am wearing one of those 2007 style Juicy Coverups, I got it on eBay in 2008 for pretty cheap. I roll it down to where it covers my stomach and hike up the skirt so my pork thighs can get some sun, and pretend like it is normal. I was like a random cat with all the dogs. Then, when it was too hot to resist a swim, I awkwardly shimmied out of my discount coverup, hid my body with the floating devise (it held me up once in the water, don't worry!) and DOVE in faster than, well, than I have moved in a long time. Not.A.Pretty.Sight. Regardless, I made it through. This is progress, considering the last 2 spring breaks I waded in the ocean in that Juicy coverup.
Picture "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini"... minus the "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie" part and instead of "Yellow Polka-Dot" picture... multi colored polka-dot; target 2007 line.
Which brings me to another rather important point. I have not bought a swim suite since 2007. That is the last year I could stand seeing the blob in dressing room lighting.
Maybe I should start inching to a new goal? Buy a swim suite this summer?
Or, better yet, how about I work out? It has been 10 days and I worked out...what...2?
I do believe that I am a sloth. Then again, sloths are small.
A wise mother of a friend once told her that judging by the size of her hands and feet, she should technically be a small person. Judging by mine, I should weigh 115 and head to the lake with NO cover up.
Next summer, I can feel it. Not as much as I can feel these rolls. Maybe tonight I will dream I am skinny? Theres only one way to find out...Good night bloggers!
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