Okay...yesterday's post was a joke. I'm really not giving up and accepting my rolls! Funny as it can be, when we try to sugar-coat the numbers on the scale - there comes a point where you find yourself not really laughing anymore. I got a good gander of some photos taken of me this Christmas and frankly- there was nothing funny about it. First of I realized how "old" looking I've gotten. That I guess I have to accept. But the numerous chins, the jowls, the sagging eyelids - they are a direct result of too much padding!
And the hips - I won't even go there! Suffice to say - reality hit me like a 2x4 and the veil of denial was torn away. I'm one of those people who carries it all in the rear end. Seriously - even in high school when I only weighed 118, I got teased about my butt. Crisco I believe my friends lovingly called me. You know...fat in the can.
But now that lard has crept up to my belly, my arms, my neck, my face!
So this is it. I'm eating with abandon today and tomorrow. Because come hell or high water (my mom always used to say that...I have no idea what it means but she always said it to preface something really important) starting January 1st I am on a new roll (to lose my rolls so to speak!) I'm sticking with the resolutions I posted the other day. My monthly goals. And I'm sticking by them with a vengeance.
I need you guys to push me when I get lax. Encourage me when I want to give up. I'll do the same! We're gonna' look great in 2008!