I need to lose at least, at least ten more.  Twelve to fifteen would be better.  I’m going to slow down my buffalo consumption.  I’ve been eating it each night.  I don’t think it’s helping me much.  I had cod today for lunch with romaine leaves and grapefruit.  I think I’ll have cottage cheese and tomatoes and an apple tonight. 

My size six pants are an option now.  They’ll look better at the end of this week, I’m sure.  I really want to lose five pounds before my husband gets home for the weekend.  I’m omitting any buffalo.  I’m going to stick to fish, chicken, or cottage cheese.  I’m also going to get some asparagus in.  I’ll keep eating at least a half grapefruit a day.  I have 24 days before my dress fitting.  Here’s hoping we need to take in, not let out. 

 Weight = 150

It’s been a stressful few years.  It’s going to be a stressful few months, yet.  His job takes him away, five days of the week. 

I have this wedding I’m getting ready for – a good friend.  I totally hate the dress.  I ordered it to fit, but it just doesn’t look right.  I’m going back on the hcg diet for a few weeks to see if that helps.  Ugh. 

The first two days seem so luxurious, but I gained five pounds.  I stepped on the scales at 160.5 this morning.  That’s ugly. 

So, for the next 25 or so days, I’m going to be eating minimally, and losing weight rapidly.  Thank the Lord for this diet.

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.

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.

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.