I knew it was coming. It happens every year. The dreaded holiday weight gain. Each year, I lie to myself and say: "Surely this year will be different. I will simply watch what I eat, avoid alcohol, and not gorge myself with desserts. I'll even go to the gym with my mom, or walk around the block." You can feel free to start laughing now. I didn't even pack sneakers for this trip. Who was I fooling.
At one point, while at my parents', I stepped on my mom's scale, and it said I'd gained 4 lbs. Ha! There must be something wrong with this scale. Or maybe it's true what "they" say about scales and how they are all different and if you don't weigh in on the same scale, your weight won't be accurate. Or maybe I'm just a fat ass who started eating the minute the plane touched down in NJ, and didn't stop. Yup...that's it.
So I convinced myself of the "different scales make you weigh differently" lie, and figured I'd "watch what I ate" and weigh myself on the Wii at home. Several hundred cookies and glasses of wine later - sometimes consumed simultaneously...don't judge! - it's time for me to fly back to NC. I think, "I have some time before I have to hop on that scale, so I'll be careful not to eat too much and hopefully I won't have gained that much." You can feel free to start laughing now...that is if you haven't stopped yet from my previous idiotic statements.
New Years Eve comes up and me and the
BFF decide to make it a girls-only celebration. I have the supplies to make
carmel apple martinis, and I got some munchies from the grocery store, so we were all set. Let's just say we had an awesome time...at least that's my assumption after reading my tweets I sent last night. Needless to say, there's no more sour apple pucker left, hardly any butterscotch schnapps, and the vodka is almost gone as well. My liver was like WTF.
Today is the day. It's the start of 2012. Time for new beginnings and opportunities. Oh, and time for my fat ass to finally get on the scale and face the truth.
The moment comes:
Weigh in: 188.1 lbs.
Change since last weigh in: + 8.9 lbs.
Total loss since start: -2.7 lbs.
FUCK MY LIFE
In a matter of 2 weeks, I managed to destroy pretty much all the progress I made. Now, like the new year, I have to start over. Again. Rather than kill myself over it, I'm going to remember my "resolution" to be active in some way every day. Today, it will be doing some crunches to work on getting my ab muscles back where they should be so my back hurts less. I started back to logging what I eat on WW again. I pay for it, I should probably actually use it.
What's that cliche about getting back on when you fall off the horse? That's what I'm going to do. I can be the weight that makes me happy and healthy. I can be in control of my eating rather than have it be in control of me. I can become the MILF I know is screaming to be let out of this chunky mom body I'm currently sporting. Besides, I really want my wardrobe to consist of all the cute outfits I've pinned on my
Pintrest.
I had a lunch date with my daughter today, after our morning at the park, at Denny's and they have this fantastic new sandwhich: Chicken Avocado Sandwich - very yummy! Even for Denny's. 
