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:
|I tried to take a nap when the family was distracted.|
|I was promptly discovered.|
|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.|
|They matched. It was awesome.|
|These two are so cute it hurts me sometimes.|
|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:
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.