OH, The weather outside is frightful.

Here's how it looks outside my back door today.

Here's how that first picture makes me feel.

Here's how I WISH it looked out my back door.

Here's how THAT pic makes me feel.

So I'll just pout.

Monday Weigh (WAY) In

 I know. I know.
I already posted that I was up a pound on Saturday.

I had a severe case of the Holidays-all-mixed-up-about-what-day-it-is's.

But it's all good. It gave me another 2 days to SNAP OUT OF IT! and get back to healthy thinking.




So the result was...the extra 1# left again.

Holding steady at @ 2 pounds down. Pretty good for Fat Food Week. Now I have to hold it steady during Family Vacation in French Lick. Oy. It's usually a week of 5 squares a day.

I'm up to the challenge. Maybe I'll take THE Green Jacket with me. Maybe hang it in the hallway by the kitchen. Brilliant idea, Your Majesty! Thankyou, Buffness!

Her Majesty's Darlingest sister is going to be along (and their skinny Mom and maybe even a surprise chicken kinda guest) and we're cooking up a self and sister healthy challenge. More on that next week when I weigh-in. Onward!

                                                   

Slow and steady wins the race.....

 

I'm back UP 1# on the scale today.

I'm not really surprised. Not really too disappointed either. 
Why did I start this challenge the week before the Christmas food hits the table? ! ! ?

I didn't choose. It chose me...
My FAT pants didn't fit!! 

I had to start somewhere. And if I hadn't started then I would've been even wider by the time the cookie fest is over. Although MY cookie fest is over. In the freezer! Where the fat pants are hanging. 

I have another don't eat the 10# of fudge challenge starting this Friday...Family Vacation. 

Every year my darlingestparents give my sister's family and my family each a week at any of their time shares. We've chosen to go to French Lick, IN every year now for about 10 years. We could choose Mexico....

or North Carolina or the mountains of TN or Florida....

But we love French Lick.

The deer come right up to our unit 

We eat cookies and read good books.

We hang at the pool and look stunning in our designer towels.

We NEVER wear makeup. 

All our kids play nice. 

 

We are party animals.

I'm so excited!! My goal is to swim. Work at their gym. Sleep whenever I want. Laugh way too much. Whoop my sister and mother and friend at cards. Make good food for everyone. And then to laugh some more!!

First Weigh-In

Drum roll please.....

Down 2 pounds!!!

Amazing! Astounding! CARRAAAZZY! Almost impossible.

I did great all week till yesterday. Whu? Hu?  Not on Christmas Eve? Day? While baking my favorite cookies? While pouring my darling, wonderful, scrumptious dark chocolate fudge into the pan??  Nope. I did excellent those days. It was yesterday. Too much of that stuff was sitting out, calling my name, singing the siren song of fat. I need a plan....

The freezer! Yup. It's all going in the freezer. OUTSIDE in the cold and dank garage. So if I am going to mess up I first have to put on a coat, gloves and hat. Then defrost the evil demon sugar. Chances are likely I won't get that far. I need to hang the fat jeans that don't fit on the freezer handle. Yeah! That's the ticket!! Or -insert lovely heaven-ish music here- my green jacket!!!

Oh, the jacket.  The sweet jacket that may be totally too hot to wear by the time I can get in it. Doesn't matter...I'll wear it 4th of July if I can.

2 lbs gone. 

Spend Christmas Eve LAUGHING

I have the day off! In fact, I have till Monday off! But my inside alarm clock woke me at 6 anyway. What's a girl to do?  I know, LAUGH!!

I'm sitting at the computer with my coffee, it's still HOT-thankyou Aunt Leann!!, and I hear a bump, scratch, thump come from the laundry room where sweet Sally lives. Eventually I get up to get more coffee, here's what I found.

Again I say, What's a girl to do?

Is that the most hilarious thing you've ever seen? 

Don't you just want to squish her?

I finally quit laughing, didn't quit grinning YET, I checked my FaceBook. Found this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCFCeJTEzNU 

STILL LAUGHING.

 

OK. Thats it. I'm done.

I'm over being fat. Done. FINIS.


MY FAT JEANS ARE TOO TIGHT. 

I've had my head going towards this day. But still kept eating. And eating. 
Then I looked for a snack.

My darlingfriend, Jayme at Tales from the Coop Keeper posted a wonderful blog about fighting the fat and winning. And she IS winning!! Go Girl. It pushed me closer but not until this morning's pants episode did I realize how much I must must must accept the challenge. 

I accept! I will succeed. I am worth it. 

I can't wait to look better. I can't wait to feel happier about myself, the inside part. I can't wait to wear the pants. I have two pair.The first pair is the "fat jeans". Then on to my brown cords. And my green jacket. I love my green jacket. I will kiss my green jacket on the arm when I have it on. I love it that much. 

I've fought this battle before. I've won before. I was most successful with Weight Watchers. I was even a WW Leader for pitysakes. I have the tools in my head and now I'm willing to tap into them and hug em around the neck. And this time I have my Daughterunit in the house to be my cheerleader and confidant and shoulder to cry on. She's good at it. Real good. And I can call my Darlingestsister. And CoopdePoop. And GrumpyUnk.  I'm so blessed, I'm surrounded.


I promise not to talk obsessively about this journey. I promise to hold myself accountable with my daily journal of what I put in the piehole. 

I promise to weigh in every Monday and be honest about how my week went. I promise not to whine too much.  

Ian Erich, 23 years today!!

This beautiful young man is MINE! My kid! My 3rd baby! My favorite 23 year old on this earth.

He works selling cell phones and plans to unsuspecting people. Ones who don't know they don't stand a chance at "just looking". He's a total salesman. He can make you fall in love with him no matter your current outlook or mood. He's THE funniest man I've ever met. And I really, really like to laugh so that's saying a bunch.
And a top notch dresser.
He does clean up well tho. Like at his best friend's wedding.

Or for a photo Op w/sister

Or with his brother. (He's cute too, aint?)

And he has hot hair styles.

And he has his serious moments....

                             And I love him more than breathing.