April 7th: Big Girls Don't Cry...

Well sometimes adult girls do cry and today was one of those days. I stepped on the scale and I had gained two pounds. "How is that possible," I yelled. Actually, that is not exactly how I worded it and my husband was there to restrain my tears. Then it got worse when I went to my closet and realized there are only two pairs of pants that my big ol' butt will fit into. My options are: wash every day, wear dirty pants, or buy new pants.

Since I have been saving clothes pretty much since high school, dreaming I would get back into them someday, I decided that buying new pants will only make me less motivated. Therefore, it looks like just two pants for me for awhile. I'm kickin' it colonial style, or puritan, or whatever old age where people didn't have any clothes. To add more salt to the wound, I realized the dress I had been making was way too small for me. Yeah, just great…

According to my husband all I need to do is have a good poop, but that's also his answer to anytime I feel ill or whenever anything bad is going on. Not sure that a 30 pound poop is my problem.

Sad poop…sorry this is immature, but I have the humor of a 12 year old boy.

Sooooo….I need to reevaluate my eating habits. First, I have not been counting every time I put creamer into my coffee, etc. The thought here is that these small 35-70 calories doses won't add up to the big picture of the day. However, I can see how this could contribute. Also, I eat around 100 calories after 6:00, which I feel needs to be cut down. Lastly, I have been working out. I doubt I have gained two whole pounds of muscle, but I do need to measure myself and not only depend on the scales.

I plan on weighing myself again next Sunday, giving myself an entire week. If I am not down to 145 by then I may cry harder and louder. Hopefully that doesn't happen, but my determination is not going to wane!! I am woman--hear my roar.

Shera Princess of Power! What? She's awesome and fit!