Thursday, June 28, 2007
With the kids out of school, I've been trying really hard to exercise every day. You see, I'm beginning to resemble the lovely rhino to your left. I've tried being easy on myself, I mean I did just have three kids in two years and I hardly expect myself to bounce right back into my size 10 jeans. And yes, that's a size ten, not a four or a two. You see, I have very realistic expectations. I'll never be able to squeeze one of my thighs into a size four, let alone my entire lower half. But a size 10 would be wonderful. I'd even settle for a 12. But that hasn't happened. Nope. I've eaten myself into a size 14 and then a 16 and I don't know what comes next but I'm afraid of finding out. And the saddest thing of all is that after I had the twins I actually got down to a size 12. And then I started coping with life by eating lots of junk and the rest is very, very sad history.
So back to my point, I've been trying really hard to exercise. And while I haven't completely changed my diet, I've tried cutting back. Originally I had decided that I wouldn't weigh myself until the end of the summer because when I do, it usually works against me. Either I lose five pounds and get excited and start eating too much junk again. Or, I don't lose weight (or worse, gain) which depresses me and then, I eat some more to feel better. So basically, I wasn't going to weigh myself to avoid my self-defeating behaviors. But after two weeks of hard core exercise, I couldn't resist. So I jumped on the scale just for a peek and. . . not a pound. Not a half pound. Not a quarter of a pound. Not a bit. Nothing. If anything I'm fatter. And I'm so totally bummed. And all of the sudden I'm realizing that my body has changed. And what used to work, isn't working anymore. And all of that junk food I love and adore, is going to have to go. I can't drink my full sugar soda anymore. And I can't have my bowl of ice cream right before bed. And when things get out-of-control crazy around here, I can't down a bar of chocolate and make it all better. I really do have to go on a diet. And that is another total bummer. And maybe I'd be okay being a size 16 and eating my junk food too, but I'm so uncomfortable in my own skin that it's affecting my self-esteem. And that's not good.
Darn it all. I'm so totally disappointed I want to cry or at least eat a bar of chocolate. But I can't. I just can't. Ever. Again.
posted by Shana # 4:04 PM
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