I woke this morning and knew today was gonna be the day. I don’t want to do it…but it has to be done. So, I sheepishly, almost as if I was apologizing as I got on, stepped on the scale. WHAAAAAAT? How does this happen? I haven’t gotten on in quite a while. I was sick, then I was busy homeschooling, then I missed a few runs, then I baked a few sweets, then I…..well, heck, I just mentally threw in the towel. I give up okay? I even thought I had convinced macdaddy to throw in the towel with me. We’re in love. Why fight it? Let’s just get chubby together and it’ll cancel each other out–kinda like garlic, right? Yeah, well except he promptly went to the gym again today and what did I do? I got off the scale all motivated to lose 10 pounds before lunch….or at least before my twenty year class reunion in October…..maybe I’ll get a stomach virus or a good case of strep throat….or a few days of an eating disorder. So, I had a small bowl of raisin bran and 10 cups of coffee and by 10 am, I was calling my wonderful nurse neighbor friend Donna to come check my pulse and my blood pressure ’cause I was just about to pass out. I can’t even cut back without drama. I can’t even skip the mid morning snack without issues. That’s when I decided I’m just gonna get me some ‘mom jeans’
and some comfortable shoes……
and a ‘mom’ haircut (unfortunately that’s me like 18 years ago) and
call it a day. What’s so great about skinny? Or three inch heels? or long flowing hair? Right? Can I get an amen? BTW, lest you fear that I’ve gone off the deep end….I will probably get my lazy bum out of bed in the mornin’ for what some call a ‘run’ ….macdaddy and I call it ‘slog’ which stands for Slow Jog. At any rate, I hear ‘mom’ jeans are really coming back. Speaking of mom, I do believe that this is my mother’s all time favorite ‘look’ for me. I have no lies to tell.
Oh yeah, and after the whole fainting/hypoglycemic scare, I made 3 dozen chocolate chip cookies. I think I need an intervention.