It’s ok, you’re on vacation

Note to self: You are never on vacation from a diet! BTW-I hate the word diet, it’s too temporary.  I don’t want this shit creeping back up on me in a couple of years like, “hey Lainy! remember me?  You’re old pals thunder thighs?  We’re baaaaccccckk. Why? Because you dieted you damn fool.  You should have just accepted that it’s a food addiction and you need to work on a lifestyle change.  Now you’re going to rub a whole on the inside of your jeans for all eternity.  And you better behave, otherwise we’re inviting your old pals Pamela and Anderson onto your back again.”

I had an absolutely fantastic vacation that was filled with many glasses of beer, many meals at restaurants and WAY too many thoughts in my head of, “it’s ok, you’re on vacation.”  Which then turned into, “it’s ok, you already ate like a pig last week, may as well keep going.  One chicken biscuit won’t hurt.  Just do an extra few laps around the building at work.  You’ll be fine.”  Unacceptable!  I never really thought that I had a routine that I follow, especially considering the constant change to my work schedule, but I guess I am that type of person.  It is much easier for me to make sure I get all of my water intake when I’m not guzzling Guinness with friends, or eating every meal at a restaurant.  I guess I should have brought the food police with me.  Maybe then I wouldn’t have finished every plate of food that I ordered.  On second thought, I’m glad I didn’t bring them.  That beer was delicious.

End result: up 1 pound as of last week and not looking forward to getting on the scale tomorrow morning.

The month in review…a few days late

Ok ok ok.  I know I’ve been absent for some time, but it’s not my fault!  I have not given up on my blog and I promise I’ll not be gone for so long ever again.

To the topic at hand…

At the start of the month, I was feeling like a huge overweight cow that was out of breath from the thought of walking up and down the stairs any more than once in the morning and once at night.  My chins had tripled and I was on the verge of needing a rear facing brassière.

Today, I have lost 12 pounds and retaught myself that moderation is the key to a healthy existence.  I survived 1 birthday party, The Lushers delicious cinnamon rolls (the smell was heavenly), a snowy drinking day and many many offerings from the evil cake lady.  I know that it won’t always be so easy as it has been this month, but I know that I will be able to handle whatever delicious temptation comes my way.

Lainy

I’m bringing sexy back

Let’s talk for a moment about love handles.

You know, those undesirable mounds of fat on your back?  Also referred to as a muffin top, bulging waistline, flab, hate handles, middle age spread, spare tire or my personal preference, back boobs.  Not everyone is afflicted with these unfortunate appendages, but thanks to the genetics from my father’s side of the family, I have been blessed with enormous back boobs.  Thanks Dad.  Even at my lightest weight, my back still looked like the top of a soft serve ice cream cone.  How does one get rid of this flubber, aside from hiding them with spanx or getting liposuction?  Honestly, I would be willing to offer my back boobs as a donation to a poor unfortunate flat chested woman. We could make history as the first ever fat transplant! See how selfless I am?

Anyway, the reason for this rambling about back fat comes from last nights outing.  A good friend was celebrating a birthday and invited me to dinner at a restaurant I had never been to.  She explained that the food was fantastic and they had great cake. CAKE! Why do I keep encountering cake?!

Pushing thoughts of cake out of my mind, I rushed home from work and ran upstairs to get all gussied up for the evening ahead.  Then I remembered that I have NOTHING to wear because lets face it, 4 pounds is not enough weight loss for a significant change in the way clothes fit.  So out comes trusty body cinching, super uncomfortable, corset thingy.  Suck it back fat!  You will be tamed!

The end result was not perfect but it squeezed my stomach enough to keep me from devouring any of that delicious looking cake! Say nothing about the 4 beers later at the bar…

Fajita night

Tonight the roomies and I collaborated on a Messican feast. I have an abundance of Omaha steaks, thanks to my wonderful Godmother who doesn’t know that I am more of a chicken eater than a beef eater, and since my roomies are such amazing cooks we had fajitas for dinner. This one is easy, lots of fresh veggies, skip the tortilla, fat-free sour cream. Delicioso!  It’s amazing just how easily I’m getting back into the swing of my formerly healthy self.  I did of course have a messican beer but I made sure to purchase Corona Light instead of the full hoppy version.

I am splendidly satisfied with my dinner choice this evening. Go me!

Ole

Here goes nothing…

Slimdown 2010- day 4.

As a general rule, I don’t make New Year’s resolutions.  This year is different.  This year, I will once and for all become the skinny bitch that I’ve tried to be several times before. So on January 1, 2010 I resolved to stop being such a big fat fatty and to get my ass in gear. The blog is for accountability.  If I’m writing it down on the interwebs for all the world 2 people to read, than I have to keep up the healthy lifestyle that will result in my 100 pound weight loss that I want to achieve.

So wish me luck and please feel free to join in on the fun by leaving a supportive comment.