Let’s get real. I need to lose 10 pounds. Ok. 15. Fine. 20. I have been trying to get to my target weight for 9 months now. I’m having a terrible time losing these last pounds. The thing is, I love food. It’s delicious and the junk in my trunk verifies my romance with all things caloric.
There’s a pattern I repeat over and over. I become motivated, I’m really vigilant for a couple weeks, I see a few pounds sputter off and I congratulate my victory with a bowl of ice cream. The ice cream tastes so good I wash it down with a cheeseburger. Then I feel like I should have some veggies, so I eat celery stuffed with peanut butter and chocolate chips. The ol’ pounds crawl back, plus a couple, and I stomp around the house like Godzilla bellowing that it’s impossible to lose weight. It’s all very ridiculous.
Do you care about any of this? Probably not. But I need some motivation to quit dinking around and be able to breathe when my jeans are buttoned. I tell you this because I am going to start tracking my weight on my blog. I know, BORING, but I’m hoping it will help me. If I know someone is reading, hopefully I won’t want to look like a fool and I’ll stay motivated. Hopefully. I really do love food. I’ll weigh in every Monday so if you aren’t interested, don’t tune in on Mondays. If I don’t lose weight in a week, please berate and humiliate me in the comments section. Be sure to use words like, “fatty, fat pants,” “lardo,” and “chubster.”
I respond well to shaming.
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