I realize it’s not Jan 1st anymore, the official day for making a fresh start, however I find the need to make a fresh start. And for those who have been with me for awhile know what I’m about to say.
Yes, I’m going to do it- again.
Well I’m gonna try to do it again anyway.
In an attempt to fit into my wedding leotard again, I am going to start being healthier again*. Yes I got married in a leotard (Gilda Marx, purple, size M), and a broomstick pleat skirt from Pier 1.
And no, I am not actually attempting to get back into that leotard; but I must do something.
I fear of leaving zaftig in the rear view mirror. Left unchecked I might careen out of control til Doug has to take out a wall so I can leave the house. True that would take quite awhile; still it’s time to make a stand before it could become a possibility.
I just don’t like the way I feel, body-wise, these days. (Not to mention I’ve had to forgo wearing broad horizontal stripes the last few weeks, which as everyone knows has been a real hardship on me.)
So I got up this morning, schlepped over to the road to Healthville and waived down the wagon so I could lumber aboard yet one more time. Overall I was feeling pretty good about my decision til the skinny driver, who I recognized immediately and who recognized me, looked down at me and said” Seriously, you again?”
That was the wrong say to say to a woman who was already in throes of detoxing from bad fats and bad carbs (AKA junk food), which I dearly love.
I ripped that skinny bastard off his seat and gave him a sound thrashing for his snarky attitude and in the process got in my first workout.
So that’s it for now; but if I seem a tad grouchy in the future, please understand. Of course I don’t really see that I get that way all that much; but apparently I might get a wee bit more outta sorts than I realized because I just saw that Doug was looking at one of these online:
And I don’t think it was to protect himself from Gizmo.
Truth be known a week from now when I’m Jonesing so bad for a cupcake that I’d sell my soul for one, that suit may just come in handy.
What can I say?
I’ve got a cupcake on my back.
Wish me luck.
keep careening along the path I’m on til I have to break the wall out so I can leave my room.
I definitely wish you luck. I tend to always start my year off trying to clean up my diet a bit because I always eat every speck of sugar I can get my hands on in December. This year I had even less will power than usual. So I am with you. I am committed to clean up my act and get back on track. We will succeed!!!
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From your lips to God’s ears. I may have set a record for carb consumption in Dec. That’s why I thought I should stem that tide (before Ripley’s showed up at my door). Perhaps we can form a support group for carb addicted bloggers.
I need to join your group!!
You’re welcome to join us anytime Fishducky.
I DO wish you luck!!
Pearl
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Many thanks Miss Pearl. I’ll need all the help I can get.
I’ll go along, just so I still need my “spirits”!…TRACK
You betcha Track.
You made me want a cupcake…Yes I’m that weak!
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Me too Miss Jenn, me too.
If it helps… at all…. it takes between a week and ten days for the cravings to stop. Of course, they are NASTY ten days. But, I have enormous faith in you.
And if it falls apart again? There are worse things you could be than zaftig (which sounds so much nicer than … fat…)
Much worse… :-)
XO
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I like how you think my far-away friend.
I got about halfway through this before I had to put down my bag of pita chips and hummus…and fine, last night’s leftover pizza.
I am now contemplating that 15 pounds I’ve gained in the last three months.
Damn.
Maybe I’ll invest in a leotard and hang it on my wall as inspiration.
Also, good luck. You can totally do this BB!
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I wish I only had 15 to lose. I’m jealous Vixen.