My favorite show is Biggest Loser. I like to watch it while eating brownies. That was funny and comical 25 pounds of brownies ago...
Three days ago, I signed back on to the Weight Watchers wagon. I could tell by the change in the weather that mama needs a bit of help. As the weather changes, so do my clothes. I whipped my jeans back out. I admit my first sign should have been my eagerness to cover up with my jeans. My glee that shorts season was over should have been my first clue. Perhaps the back fat would be the second. Still, I've been squeezing into the jeans with a bit more wiggle and jiggle than usual. There's a noticeable difference in my thighs, and the tight fit, and mobility in general.
I signed up for weight watchers online and opted out of meetings for now because I'm not quite ready to go back and face my very supportive group of peeps that I've dumped by "not calling anymore" twice now with "Oh, Baby, I need you, I'm right back where I started, please take me back." I know they will, and then they'll share some kick ass low-point recipe with me. But for now, due to time constraints, I"m just going with the online gig, - and so, I made a guess of my weight. The next day, I heaved my lard ass up onto the scale and was horrified to see the reality: I'd underestimated my weight by 3 pounds. That's a lot when you're guessing your weight and then you think you're sandbagging. Sandbags is right. On my arce.
And yes, I am still a proponent of Clean Eating. It's just that, I make a clean meal, and then hit a whoopie pie. A whoopie pie is when you make cake batter as cookies. Then you take two cake cookies and put the cake about an inch-thick layer of icing between the two cake cookies. It's like a cookie sandwich. It's brilliant and mobile and yummy. Mmm. Whoopie Pies, for the record, are not clean. They are dirty, dirty. And delicious. And I might as well slap one on each ass cheek. The whoopie pies are adding up.
"But didn't you do an Olympic Distance Triathlon just a month or so ago?" Uh, yes, I did. And then I ate a cake. And the extra frosting. It was delicious. And it set a pace of me being satisfied with eating more, and reveling in all my glory of a mere finish - well, I've been a bit absent from getting back to the gym. Some people take a day off. Some people take a week off. It's been 2 months for me.
That's how I roll.
Song of the Day: Back in the Saddle Again by Gene Autry
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