Two weeks ago I joined Weight Watchers. Now that my thyroid levels are what the doctor calls "normal" I thought it was time to make my body start acting normal again. And because changing my diet will not be enough to undo the hell my dying thyroid has done to my body, I've been working out every night. Sometimes at the All Wimmins Gym, sometimes here at home. But every night, I work out.
I've been successful so far. Almost 7 pounds in 2 weeks. To most people that may not be much, but you must understand for months I've been unable to lose a single pound. This is progress that I'm thrilled with.
That's not my biggest accomplishment though. My biggest accomplishment has been the improvement I've made in my workouts. I've been increasing speed and intensity and it's getting easier every time I work out. I won't lie-- it sucks starting all over again, it really, truly does. But I'm not focusing on that. I refuse to let this quest for a healthier body be fueled by negativity and self hatred.
Okay. I have to be honest here. I kind of have no idea what I'm talking about right now. You see, PigHunter took the kids to Grandma's house for a few and well, just before they left, Ethan made a big ol' platter of some mother effing Pillsbury flaky twists something or other with CHOCOLATE FROSTING. Since I'm trying to lose 80 pounds and I only had 3 mother fucking points left for the day, I could not have one. So, I did a little search for "how many points are in wine" and HA HA! I could have a glass of wine!
And so I poured a glass of wine.
Within minutes my entire body felt warm. (probably because I haven't had anything to eat since 4pm? Maybe? I don't know?) And then I started to feel all "I LOVE YOU, MAN." And then, I started to feel all "But why doesn't anyone love me back?" And so I poured myself one more glass of wine and then I started to feel all "I AM STRONG! FUCK THOSE CHOCOLATE COVERED WHORE BISCUITS!" I'm going to write a blog post about how strong and positive I am!! And then Tony came home with the kids just now and was all "Um, Y, did you drink the rest of this wine?" And I was all "Accidentally" and he was all "ohhhh, make sure you take a shower tonight if you know what I'm saying and I think that you do. By the way, that wine didn't take sour to you? I think it was bad. Do you feel okay?"And I was all "wine can go bad? AM I GOING TO GET SICK?" And he was all "You should be fine. Go shower and I'll put the kids to bed so you can, you know, get all clean nice and clean." And I was all "okay!" But instead, I sat down to finish this blog post that was supposed to be about working out and being strong but ended up being about how I'm going to get clean and get lucky tonight."
Who's the chocolate whore biscuit now?
You're a total cracker gurl.
I have to say BRAVA for resisting the evil biscuits.
I just finished off a piece of chocolate cake, and yea, it was the frosting that caught me.
GAH.
Better luck next time I guess.