Friday, February 18, 2011

The Accidental Donut

Hey!  Sarah here, Great news (said sarcastically), I gained half a pound this week!  But I'm still down five pounds, and that's something right?  I know it's real weight loss because my forearms are thinner and my bras are starting to pucker.  As I was getting ready for work this morning and I put on my ill-fitting bra, and my watch slid up my spindly forearm, I had to ask myself, "Is this really worth it?"  I'm kind of used to being a size 14 with healthy (popeye) forearms, and a full bra.  Do I really want to change that?  I don't hate my bod that much.  I want to get in shape because that's just smart, so I can see how the exercise thing is a must, but do I need to keep starving to death?  My pants are no longer fart-inducingly tight, so I'm starting to lose my major motivation for weight loss.  Must keep focused...

or do I?

Oh, and I accidentally had a donut this morning.  A delicious one with white icing and sprinkles.  A kid I know was passing out treats for her birthday at school and I took one because I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I was just going to give it to the college student who was working in the class today instead of eating it myself, but before I knew it, half of it was gone and my mouth was full.  What happened?  I don't know.  I do know it was delicious.  Almost worth a quarter of my daily calorie budget.  Almost.

1 comment:

  1. I hear ya. Except my current attitude is sort of reversed; I am hell-bent on the 1100-calorie "thing," convinced that it's going to be my salvation, but every treadmill or elliptical session causes me to wonder if the exercise does ANYTHING whatsoever to get me further to my weight-loss goal. 50+ minutes on the @#$*^ treadmill burns a measly 200 calories, for @#$*^'s sake!!! It hardly seems worth it to me, and it's taking ridiculous amounts of family schedule-shuffling to even get me the time for those 2 or 3 weekly exercise sessions.

    In addition, I HATE my bod - every flabby inch of it. I look like I'm carrying a 6-month food baby. I hardly have any clothes that fit, and I refuse to by myself an "over 40" wardrobe!!! LOL I must stick to the starvation torture a little longer, or go (criminally) insane.
    P.S. I was at 1100 calories at the end of yesterday, until we did a family movie night and I somehow inhaled half a bowl (i.e., bag) of microwave popcorn and almost an entire box of Chewy Jolly Ranchers without even noticing. DAMN.