Tuesday, May 13, 2008

I'm going to die...

Die, diet, exercise; it's all relative. I'll be 35 this July 12th (Pauses briefly for applause) I'm fairly comfortable in my skin, actually I'm quite comfortable with my body-lately however I've been shall we say, "Getting a tad too comfortable". At 5'3, and way past my pubescent years wider is the only way for this chassis. A little junk in the trunk never hurt anyone but I'm pushing it. (See photo right) Laughs.

Why am I sharing this? Two reasons, first this blog is a historical record of the insanity that is me and second, dieting is one of those things of which I must coax and convince myself. I am a certified snack junkie and every meal, every meal is followed by a "treat". Way back in my city streets pounding youth, the good genes/jeans Gods looked upon me favorably. I guess I pissed them off along the way and now I'm trying to redeem myself before it's too late. Wish me luck and countdown the days with me. (See below)

4 comments:

knitsteel said...

Oh yeah, our genes do a good job for us, but our metabolisms still slow down as we age.

I'll try to cut down on the snacks too.

Kilkennycat said...

Snacks and "treats" are the bane of my existence! I've been blaming my increasing size on baby weight. Only problem is, my "baby" is going to be 5 July 2nd. (Let's hear it for July birthdays, mine is July 24th!)

I decided yesterday, everytime I want a treat, I'm going to pack up the kids and walk a few blocks around the house. Oh and I bought some wasabi covered almonds. Want a treat? Pop one of those in your mouth. You won't be wanting another soon. =D

High Desert Diva said...

Sadly, it gets harder as we age.

Rosebud Collection said...

I start out good and then I get sloppy..can't seem to keep myself on the right track..so I know how you feel..

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