Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Do the crime, pay the time......that's what I'm thinking as I eat my bran cereal with skim milk this morning. Over the past year I've let food be my distraction from pain, stress, sadness etc. It all started with a cookie dough fundraiser over a year ago when I ended up with extra tubs of frozen dough. I practically slept with a tub and a spoon clutched in my hands and it only got worse from there. Now it's time to pay for all the decadence with some good old fashioned discipline. I'm airing this dirty little secret to motivate myself because the last thing I want is to have to tell you in 6 months that I haven't lost a pound. So please feel free to harrass me, call me fat, snort like a pig when I walk past, or ask me when my baby is due. It's for my own good.

1 comment:

Tiffany T. said...

i'll keep you accountable. luv u