Food = Love.
French Fries = lovelovelove
No French fries for four days and counting. No soda for four days and counting. No chocolate for four days and counting. No deep fried anything, no fast food, no Mexican food, no ice cream, no Italian food, no mayo, no BEER, no wine, very small quantities of cheese, no hot dogs, no CHEESEBURGERS, no white bread for FOUR DAYS and counting.
Total weight loss, 2.6 lbs. Four days and counting. Only 85 days or so to go.
*SIGH*
My ballet instructor wants me to start taking the intermediate class in conjunction with her beginning one. But I'm not ready. A half-hour of barre work in the beginning class doing the most basic of exercises and I'm ready to die. Seriously. I told her that I need to get in better shape, loose 10 of these extra pounds and get some of my flexibility and strength back before I even consider it. Not to mention trying to find my center of gravity and balance again. 'Cause it's totally gone. Plus, the intermediate class is during the week in the morning. I'd have to work something out with my boss in order to do it. And he and I aren't on what one would describe the best of terms right now.
Four days and counting, people. Why can't I love vegetables the same way I love French fries?
No French fries for four days and counting. No soda for four days and counting. No chocolate for four days and counting. No deep fried anything, no fast food, no Mexican food, no ice cream, no Italian food, no mayo, no BEER, no wine, very small quantities of cheese, no hot dogs, no CHEESEBURGERS, no white bread for FOUR DAYS and counting.
Total weight loss, 2.6 lbs. Four days and counting. Only 85 days or so to go.
*SIGH*
My ballet instructor wants me to start taking the intermediate class in conjunction with her beginning one. But I'm not ready. A half-hour of barre work in the beginning class doing the most basic of exercises and I'm ready to die. Seriously. I told her that I need to get in better shape, loose 10 of these extra pounds and get some of my flexibility and strength back before I even consider it. Not to mention trying to find my center of gravity and balance again. 'Cause it's totally gone. Plus, the intermediate class is during the week in the morning. I'd have to work something out with my boss in order to do it. And he and I aren't on what one would describe the best of terms right now.
Four days and counting, people. Why can't I love vegetables the same way I love French fries?