tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178230693870750162.post2959294752531295675..comments2023-08-17T05:54:18.865-07:00Comments on The Chunkersons: The Accidental Donutdietbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117869217929021364noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178230693870750162.post-47046594470326850712011-02-19T11:06:23.805-08:002011-02-19T11:06:23.805-08:00I hear ya. Except my current attitude is sort of ...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.<br /><br />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.<br />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.Kristin Grossnoreply@blogger.com