Monday Confessional
I actually have done pretty good the past few days. I even cut out grazing at work last night. Granted...I was nauscious from the headache...but that's a good thing!
My biggest confession is I haven't been exercising, almost at ALL for weeks now. That MUST change.
My biggest confession is I haven't been exercising, almost at ALL for weeks now. That MUST change.
Instead of complaining that the rosebush has thorns, be happy that the thorn bush has roses. 
When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila & salt and give me a call!
Overall my weekend eating wasn't too bad, until last night - had a glass of wine (not unusual) but then I got my evening snack - some nuts, some crackers - again, not that unusual since the carb monster usually rears its ugly head at night, but I try to use small dishes to keep the portion low.
OK - had that - then I went back into the kitchen and dished myself out a healthy portion of sf chocolate ice cream and threw some pretzels in with it! What the H*LL was I thinking? I'm not PMS'ing, I didn't feel partcularly stressed over anything and of course when I was done I felt miserable. BLECH.
Anyway - NO MORE OF THAT CRAP! Thanks for listening....
OK - had that - then I went back into the kitchen and dished myself out a healthy portion of sf chocolate ice cream and threw some pretzels in with it! What the H*LL was I thinking? I'm not PMS'ing, I didn't feel partcularly stressed over anything and of course when I was done I felt miserable. BLECH.
Anyway - NO MORE OF THAT CRAP! Thanks for listening....
'One shoe can change your life'...Cinderella
(Posted this on another forum, it's long, it's funny and it happened last night. Enjoy my self-inflicted misery ~ Tami 
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Post Date: 7/19/09 10:52 pm
Evil doers of another sort...
I bought a small package of dark chocolate covered extra thin and crunchy pretzels. Yes, I was on a mission to quell my craving and justified my purchase as being sound-minded since dark chocolate is the healthiest of all chocolates. And how much harm can a thin.. excuse me... extra thin flat teeny wittle pretzel really do? Work with me here... I needed it ok!
So... this evening I'm innocently putting things away and I spy this bag shoved up behind the Flour. You know the spot, that spot in your kitchen nobody but you ever dares to stray into. A hiding spot for my sins, you wonder? Hell no, I'm not that kind! But really there was no room any where else to put such a small and precious bag of delightful treats that I had no intent on sharing with my 5 yr old. We all know what happens when you "share" with a child... they eat it all and you only get a morsel of the crumbs left in their wake. Cuz you don't eat that kind of stuff... you probably bought it for... her. Yes... why of course... that's what I did!
Ah, nothing like the adrenaline rush from the robust smell of rich wafting chocolate to tickle your sensible nose as you carelessly, rip into this bag that was crafted with so much care as to alert anyone in a 2 mile radius that it is being opened. After a few seconds of inhalation delights, and a quick tip toe around the hall corner to ensure all were still tucked in their beds, I felt my victory reward was dutifully well earned and now my time had arrived.
The quick crunch, the burst of tempered cocoa mixed with a slow salty finish tingling on my tongue. I closed my eyes to savor that moment before it left my palate to slide down my throat. Yes an ****** of chocolate bliss, a sweet high that wasn't too sweet nor too salty. The perfect symphony only to be replayed with another eager bite. Ecstasy! I told myself I would have... two. Then curl up that noisy bag and bury it back in the dark abyss of my cupboard. Apparently, I don't even listen to myself all that well, if only hubby could be around for that admission. Humph.
I did, to my regret which would follow shortly, listen to the loud voices calling to me from inside that very same cabinet. Like a band-aid, I ripped open the bag to avoid another round of crinkling foil-like noises. Now I done did it! Lil pieces of heaven were all over my counter. No. I will eat just... 2 more and be done. OK... 5 more... that's it. My tummy is revving up to revolt, I just know it. I am getting that head heat... I feel my cheeks flushing. But... do I heed this warning I know oh-so-well? Hell no, I'm brave (and stupid)! I imbibe on one last one... shoving a small piece into my mouth and swearing them off forever. This works, it always works!! I know you don't believe me.
Ok... It never works! OMG i'm dying! The cramping... The shiver/shake/fever thing... The gripping the counter in a cold sweat and praying to God to save my sorry ass as I swear on all that is holy that I shall not ever do this again if only I can get through this! I need to puke! Let me puke! For the love of God let me remove this scourge from my body... my temple.. I will respect it tomorrow... I prommmmmissssssse!! I try... oh lords how I tried to hurl it back up, surely with all the knives that must be stabbing my gut, something evil would surely arise soon and give me my Linda Blair moment!!! If only my middle finger was longer... I can't ...take it...I'm a pathetic ****! All I can manage is a runny nose!! With an open palm I now have enough energy to smash those tiny evil minions into Lil black dots of their former selves. Bast id's... die...die... die!! Even then I'm actually tempted to lick an errant morsel from my finger. OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!
More smashing ensues... tears drop from eyes, snot slowly drips from my nose and I'm shaking like a cold dog left out in the rain. My... "silent" treat has now disturbed the lumber jack who was not long ago snoring up some logs in the bedroom. Through squinted and quizzical eyes, he inquires as to what in the hell am I doing? Me?? I quickly invent my cover story and shove the dead residue swiftly into the sink, turn the water on full blast and hit the churn 'n burn button! A bug! I... killed... a big... bug!! Those ones... with all the li'l hairy legs that stealthily sometimes run through house late at night!! He knows the ones I meant... and looked at me sharply, finally adjusting to the light and seeing that I was in quite a tizzy. I nervously wiped my snotty nose and rinsed off my hands like it was the blood of someone I had just murdered with my bare hands. He only nodded and muttered as he grabbed a drink to head back to bed, saying "bug spray doesn't make so much noise ya know."
Now why hadn't I thought of that? *snort*
** Individual results may vary **
)Post Date: 7/19/09 10:52 pm
Evil doers of another sort...
I bought a small package of dark chocolate covered extra thin and crunchy pretzels. Yes, I was on a mission to quell my craving and justified my purchase as being sound-minded since dark chocolate is the healthiest of all chocolates. And how much harm can a thin.. excuse me... extra thin flat teeny wittle pretzel really do? Work with me here... I needed it ok!
So... this evening I'm innocently putting things away and I spy this bag shoved up behind the Flour. You know the spot, that spot in your kitchen nobody but you ever dares to stray into. A hiding spot for my sins, you wonder? Hell no, I'm not that kind! But really there was no room any where else to put such a small and precious bag of delightful treats that I had no intent on sharing with my 5 yr old. We all know what happens when you "share" with a child... they eat it all and you only get a morsel of the crumbs left in their wake. Cuz you don't eat that kind of stuff... you probably bought it for... her. Yes... why of course... that's what I did!
Ah, nothing like the adrenaline rush from the robust smell of rich wafting chocolate to tickle your sensible nose as you carelessly, rip into this bag that was crafted with so much care as to alert anyone in a 2 mile radius that it is being opened. After a few seconds of inhalation delights, and a quick tip toe around the hall corner to ensure all were still tucked in their beds, I felt my victory reward was dutifully well earned and now my time had arrived.
The quick crunch, the burst of tempered cocoa mixed with a slow salty finish tingling on my tongue. I closed my eyes to savor that moment before it left my palate to slide down my throat. Yes an ****** of chocolate bliss, a sweet high that wasn't too sweet nor too salty. The perfect symphony only to be replayed with another eager bite. Ecstasy! I told myself I would have... two. Then curl up that noisy bag and bury it back in the dark abyss of my cupboard. Apparently, I don't even listen to myself all that well, if only hubby could be around for that admission. Humph.
I did, to my regret which would follow shortly, listen to the loud voices calling to me from inside that very same cabinet. Like a band-aid, I ripped open the bag to avoid another round of crinkling foil-like noises. Now I done did it! Lil pieces of heaven were all over my counter. No. I will eat just... 2 more and be done. OK... 5 more... that's it. My tummy is revving up to revolt, I just know it. I am getting that head heat... I feel my cheeks flushing. But... do I heed this warning I know oh-so-well? Hell no, I'm brave (and stupid)! I imbibe on one last one... shoving a small piece into my mouth and swearing them off forever. This works, it always works!! I know you don't believe me.
Ok... It never works! OMG i'm dying! The cramping... The shiver/shake/fever thing... The gripping the counter in a cold sweat and praying to God to save my sorry ass as I swear on all that is holy that I shall not ever do this again if only I can get through this! I need to puke! Let me puke! For the love of God let me remove this scourge from my body... my temple.. I will respect it tomorrow... I prommmmmissssssse!! I try... oh lords how I tried to hurl it back up, surely with all the knives that must be stabbing my gut, something evil would surely arise soon and give me my Linda Blair moment!!! If only my middle finger was longer... I can't ...take it...I'm a pathetic ****! All I can manage is a runny nose!! With an open palm I now have enough energy to smash those tiny evil minions into Lil black dots of their former selves. Bast id's... die...die... die!! Even then I'm actually tempted to lick an errant morsel from my finger. OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!
More smashing ensues... tears drop from eyes, snot slowly drips from my nose and I'm shaking like a cold dog left out in the rain. My... "silent" treat has now disturbed the lumber jack who was not long ago snoring up some logs in the bedroom. Through squinted and quizzical eyes, he inquires as to what in the hell am I doing? Me?? I quickly invent my cover story and shove the dead residue swiftly into the sink, turn the water on full blast and hit the churn 'n burn button! A bug! I... killed... a big... bug!! Those ones... with all the li'l hairy legs that stealthily sometimes run through house late at night!! He knows the ones I meant... and looked at me sharply, finally adjusting to the light and seeing that I was in quite a tizzy. I nervously wiped my snotty nose and rinsed off my hands like it was the blood of someone I had just murdered with my bare hands. He only nodded and muttered as he grabbed a drink to head back to bed, saying "bug spray doesn't make so much noise ya know."
Now why hadn't I thought of that? *snort*
** Individual results may vary **
That was great. . . lmao
My Mantra is that I do not determine my success by the number hanging in my closet, nor will I let the scale determine that success either. . . It is through trial and error I will continue to grow and succeed. . . Laureen
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