Last week I was on my best behavior. Then came the the weekend. Then came my Mrs. Hyde, and she was RAVENOUS. She ate the entire contents of 3 separate pantries, and then nibbled on the family members. And may I say? She is quite the chunky little lady.
So here's the new commitment: I get no diet-breaks, no treats, no junk food or snacks or desserts or anything that is tasty and delicious until I weigh less than 140 pounds. I'm getting frick-tired of working my behind off every week only to go on a massive self-sabatogy binge every weekend. That poo may fly once I reach goal weight, but not while I've still got a double chin, and CERTAINLY not while I still have a double butt*.
So from now until 139, (which really shouldn't be so far away but probably will be really really far away) I hereby vow to all twelve people who read this post that I, Ashley Sherae-rae Miller nee DeWitt, will not partake in delicious or particularly filling foodstuffs until I fit a bit better into my own underpantses.
And now for your viewing pleasure, some stuff I did this weekend when I was eating a bunch instead of losing weight:
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| I tried to take a nap when the family was distracted. |
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| I was promptly discovered. |
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| We had a belated Valentine's Dinner with family, and I decided we should dress appropriately. But Husband and Son do not wear pink. So I made them pink. |
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| They matched. It was awesome. |
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| These two are so cute it hurts me sometimes. |
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| This is my family as a Valentine. |
Also, and this has much less to do with how fat I am (I think, but who's to say): I figured out how to french braid my hair sort of. Now keep in mind, this is after a 10 hour work day and a little couch-lounging to boot, so give it some "It wasn't this messy earlier" forgiveness, but I FREAKING LOVE MY HAIR LIKE THIS. I'm assuming the sentiment is not shared by others as I have worn my hair like this now bunches of times and have never been complimented once, but I DON'T CARE AT ALL BECAUSE I FREAKING LOVE MY HAIR LIKE THIS. Of course, add to it the fact that I'm horribly proud of myself for figuring out how to french braid sort of. I may never wear it another way again.
Here's some creepy narcissistic pictures I took of myself in the bathroom:
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If you're thinking, wow, that's some pretty fancy and incredible hair styling, you would be right. And I will assume you also have awesome hair.
Well, that's all I have for t'night folks. My husband is watching The Artist and I'm praying that it is almost over because even the sound of their not-talking is driving me straight to the nut house. TTFN!
*When I say double butt I'm OBVIOUSLY referring to the left over booty cheek at the bottom of your briefs, giving your backside a hilly, roughly terrained landscape. It's distinctly possible that I need to invest in some more, shall we say, gracious and accommodating underpants.
Your hungriness makes me sad. Are you able to try a low carb diet, with lots of fat and protein (and of course with lots of veggies)? I am no longer hungry while dieting, and usually don't get cravings for sugar. (I get serious ice cream/chocolate cravings for hormonal reasons, for sure.) You look fabulous, btw. :)
ReplyDeleteThe hunger is all about the transition. It takes a couple weeks of good behavior for my body to adjust, and knowing that helps me get past it, but no matter what, reducing your calories means you're going to feel hungrier. Even though my body doesn't need the stuff it was getting before. :-) I'm eating lots of veggies and lots of fruit, whole foods and what not, but I'm not inclined toward low/no carb. In the past when I've done it, I felt crazy exhausted and sluggish and had a massive headache for about a week straight. Nooooot worth it to me :-) I'm a crazy sugar-craver, so it's still rough, but allowing myself as much fruit as I dang well please definitely helps! (Because seriously: I know it's sugar, but can you REALLY get Type 2 Diabetes from oranges? Me things no .)
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