Well, I suck.

I haven't weighed and my pants are tight again. I am sick of my parents telling me about weight loss stories, commenting about having DIET soda, etc. They live in a little perfect black and white world. I live in reality.

I have been stressed out with work, therefore I eat. Actually, I got out of whack when I was expecting my period. So, I have no idea my weight. Maybe I will weigh and depress myself tomorrow.

June begins

I am at 162.8.

I did great a few days ago when I went to lunch w/co-workers and only ordered 1/2 burger. I have discovered WW ice cream - 2 points! I can still get my ice cream fix!!

Even though I am down almost 4 lbs, my sz. 10 jeans were still way too tight. And, getting ready to approach the monthly bloating time. Keeping this blog is helping keep me accountable.

Down ~2~

Granted, I realize it's water, but I will take what I can get. It gives me hope.

I traveled to Jefferson City today, so went through a drive-through for lunch. I could have eaten less for lunch I suppose, instead of ordering a Quarter Pounder w/cheese value meal. But, on the up side, I have cut out my snacking considerably. Baby steps.

Numbers don't lie

I weighed myself: 166.2 Could have been worse, so I am glad I faced the fear.

Didn't overeat today, but could have done better. Fiber cereal for breakfast, a huge lunch out for work (cheeseburger/fries/Dt. Coke), and leftover thin crust pizza for supper. Seeing how much of a habit it is to think about snacking...

This is the last week of school for the kids. My schedule is about to free up a lot ;)

In the Beginning...

God created the earth. Is that how it goes? Something like that.

Well, this is it, the beginning. I have failed so many times before, losing weight. The thoughts about this consume me, and I would like to finally face this demon so I can free up my time. Here are the hard numbers: I need to lose up to 40 lbs. I am currently around 165ish, and I can't face the scale. I am 5'5. I recently lost 13 lbs but put it ALL back on, due to stress at work, and my lack of will-power. Actually, I ate out to comfort myself. Well, now I am bursting out of my clothes and feel ridulous wearing skin tight pants. I REFUSE to buy a size 14. So I am in 12's, but those are tight.

So, I have "filled up" on the good stuff recently: Cold Stone ice cream, and Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Even went to Texas Roadhouse tonight and had 2 rolls with cinnamon butter, then a steak with baked potato. This was a lot, considering I had a meatball sandwich at Subway for lunch. And, again, my pants were tight. I knew it was the last straw when I actually had to lay down on the bed this morning to get my jeans to zip!!!

And, in a little more than 2 months, I have my 20 yr high school reunion. Sigh... I can't believe I am so distraught over my weight. But I am looking forward to journaling this, mostly for myself, but possibly as a support to others have the same struggles. I certainly don't have the answers, but maybe I can get things headed in the right direction.