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I think everyone has to reach that point where enough is enough, before action is needed. Sorta of a wake up call. Well, mine came when I tried to slip on some once nicely fitting now snug pair of jeans yesterday. I couldn’t blame it on the usual: bloating, the expansion and contraction of material even after numerous wearing and the common regular redistribution of fat. The reality has set in: OMG! I need to stop the madness. Now, I’m not like the million plus people out there when Jan 2 came around promised themselves to the nearest gym. I knew I wasn’t going to commit so early on in the year. I needed more of a motivation than some silly New Year resolution that everyone knows fizzles three weeks into the year. I like to wait until spring is knocking on mother natures door and all of a sudden I feel the pressure to look super-good in short skirts and dresses. Then I hit the gym full force.
Okay, Truth. I’m not fat, fat. I’m not ashamed to tell my weight cause I do wear it well. Mainly in the ass and thighs. I weigh 150 pounds and I wear it well. Problem is that I have 10 lbs of baby weight that I would love for it to grow up and move far, far way. Can I even call it baby weight 3 years later? I don’t do diets, never did, never will. It’s all about portion control I tell myself. Except I have a little serious love relationship with food. So, I’d like to not pork down the food as much, workout regularly (can I commit to 3x a week?) and voila: anorexia without the starvation. I want the slim down without giving up the foods I love. Cause the lobster pot pie I had in New York 6 weeks ago, damn that was heaven. But that was a treat, not a regular everyday meal. Can you imagine? Anyway, come Monday I’m going to slowly wean my way to healthier, less portion meals and visit the gym more often than not. Gosh, that really doesn’t say much does it? Better in words than in reality. We will see.
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