Which of these words is not like the other?
On Friday a coworker said to me, “So what are you going to do on your vacation?”
I responded, “Sleep and watch TV”
“And….” she said..
“And???” She said..
Can’t a girl take a week off work… on a Holiday Week and not workout?
So that shall be my week. Sleep. Watch TV. Workout
Work it on out…
So I worked out Saturday morning. Then Sunday off as usual. Worked out Monday afternoon. Today.. Tuesday… ah… well…. Lets not comment on that.
Well here is what happened. It’s Tuesday in a fun-packed Holiday Week. Wednesday I have meet with Amanda and do my Monthly weigh in. Agh. Thursday, as most of you know, is Thanksgiving.. which means… Gambling! And then Friday.. well I imagine I will workout and do a little Black Friday afternoon “window” shopping. I expect Saturday will be more of the same. So see, I needed a day to myself. A day of doing nothing. A day of cleaning the kitchen as well. A lazy vacation day…
Why is that last paragraph all crap??? BECAUSE I HAVE TO WEIGH IN TOMORROW. I should have done a marathon today. I shouldn’t be sitting here in my desk chair typing on this blog. I have calories to burn! More so since I ate those donuts. Oops.. did I just mention donuts? I didn’t mean to do that.
Act like you didn’t read the word “donuts”. All three of them. Oops.. Crap.
I know I will still weigh in less than a month ago, but I will probably miss my goal by 2 pounds. Again. Self-sabotage is my middle name.
It’s the diet that will kill you.
And it is killing me. Not literally or at least not today. I can’t get a handle on the dieting portion of this great plan. It’s a life style change, right? And I guess changing your life style doesn’t happen overnight, but, you know, it’s been months. I am losing weight, just extremely slowly, and I know that if I was good and didn’t cheat so much it would float off a little faster. How does one avoid the cheats? I mean let’s face it.. Pizza (last nights dinner) and donuts (remember we aren’t talking about those) are out there.. Everywhere. Taunting me. Laughing at me. I mean I live across the street from a place called PARADISE PIZZA! Do I even have a chance? Life would be so much better if a chicken breast tasted like a slice of Pepperoni and Sausage pizza. That is a question that will haunt me forever….
So what’s a pizza-holic to do?
I don’t have an answer. Today I put on a pair of jeans that are one size smaller. They are just tight enough to remind me what pizza has done to my life.
But hey.. they also zipped up.