Spare Tire Me

I looked in the mirror tonight and nearly threw up.  My stomach that was flat three months ago is roly-poly and creating an absolute cupcake top.  Not familiar with the “cupcake top?”  Think about a muffin.  Then put frosting on it. 

Yeah.

I haven’t had a particularly stellar week, eating wise.  I have manage to get two long walks in that burned almost 500 calories each. 

I’m angry. 

At myself. 

For coming back to this place. 

Again.

Spare me.

Looks like I need to focus.  Looks like I need to own up.  Looks like I need to learn some flipping self-control. 

Hopefully, my chubby head will lose some weight in the next few weeks.  If I can get my brain under control, my body will show up.  I hate this struggle.  I just flat-out hate it. 

I’m pretty certain I’m heading into Weight Watchers for a meeting on Monday.  I need some support and accountability that I’m just not getting at home.  I know what I need to do, I just need to verbalize it with people who are in/have been in the same boat as I’m in. 

Wish me luck.

Santa Claus Was Here

It was a delightful Christmas Day.  It was full of love, comfort, rest and joy. 

I’m grateful for it.  I’m grateful for my faith and understanding of this day.  I feel blessed to share with my family our Christian heritage.  And lots, and lots, and lots of ham. 

Now that I’ve had the perfect Christmas, it’s time to get my diet back in gear and lose all of this pesky weight I’ve found in the past three months. 

I can’t think about it tonight, though.  There are still sugar cookies in the kitchen.  I’ll think about it tomorrow.

Laundry

Have you ever noticed that the laundry is NEVER done?  Seriously, the only way that the laundry could be completely done is if everyone went naked, used no towel, sheet, or blanket.  Then, the laundry would be done.  Just for one day, maybe I wouldn’t forget something in the dryer and let it wrinkle.  Or worse, the washer and make it stink.  I wouldn’t have to put it away and bemoan my lack of drawer space. 

Sometimes life is just an endless cycle of laundry.  Cleaning up the same articles of clothing over and over again. Losing the same pound over and over again.  Having the same conversation over and over again.  Bringing up the same argument over and over again.  Ad Nauseum.  Ad Infinitum. 

I don’t know if it’s a bad thing, really.  But, just like laundry can be – it all gets a bit mundane.  Into the washer.  Into the dryer.  Fold or hang.  Put away.  Put in the basket.  Repeat.  But then again, what if for one day, you didn’t have to remind someone to brush their teeth or plead with someone to close the door. 

When you think about it, laundry is a pretty convenient thing.  If you have a washer and dryer and clothes to put in it, you’re doing pretty well for yourself.  If you have people to cook and clean for and remind to turn off the light, it means you’re not alone. 

All of these lessons brought to you by a basket of mismatched socks.