||[Aug. 26th, 2005|03:21 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
For those new to our game, sometimes I spend long paragraphs babbling about what I ate and how I went to the gym and how I'm up or down on the scale and.. well.. all that kind of shit. It's under a tag, please feel free not to read it. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's tough, but at its heart it's me talking about my food and my fat.
As some of you may know I got a serious ass-chewing from my boss in early June. In short, he nearly fired me. And as a result I promised I'd start coming into the office earlier. That wiped out my gym time and though I promised to go after work and on the weekends that just never happened. If I haven't been going during the week I've no oompf to go on the weekends and if I'm at the end of a day I'm not going to have the energy to go to the gym. So I didn't go.. and for a while I managed to stay ok just by eating the right things. But now? Now I'm 15lbs over my goal weight, I've lost a lot of muscle tone, I haven't danced (save for that one time at War) in forever, and I've put on all of those 15lbs in my waist and my tits. I can feel every pound of it. My clothes don't fit, my bras are too tight, I'm uncomfortable and I'm cranky.
I went out at lunch yesterday and joined the gym I used to belong to when I first worked in Laurel. They were great and gave me the current corporate rate for the company I used to work for and so I'm paying less than half (and more like a third) of what regular members pay. I packed my bag up last night and went in today. I did 25 minutes on the treadmill and a quick set of tricep pulldowns. Nothing major, just something to start working. I'd missed it so much. SO MUCH. I felt fantastic and loved feeling the sweat break out.
I'm in the middle of my baby-factory-closed days so I'm not trying to do anything but keep track of what I eat. Starting Monday I'll be back on the WW plan and on track again. I'm trying to get water in with my soda and.. well.. just be aware. All of my bodices were too tight at War and that's just unacceptable. How am I supposed to have a cripplingly expensive lingere habit with tits that won't fit in the bra? I'm just done.
Anyway.. B&H will be cropping up now.. and if you don't see it for a couple of days you should poke me.. because the first thing that happens when I fall off the wagon is that I stop talking about it.
And also? While I hate how big I feel.. and while it's true that nothing tastes as good as thin feels... mashed potatoes fried up in keilbasa grease and then mixed with fresh grated parmesean cheese and sour cream comes REAL fucking close.