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I heard on the radio the other morning a couple of interesting things. First, most Americans that make the New Year's Resolution to go on a diet don't actually start dieting until March. I thought that was an interesting statistic. Also, Nevada is the fattest state according to Men's Health Magazine. This is strange to me considering the vast number of gyms and people that go to them here in the Las Vegas area. And the third interesting fact was this morning: A new study says that WOMEN are GENETICALLY disposed to Cheating. Yes, that is right, if you are not an excessively sexy or virile man, your woman might be GENETICALLY disposed to cheating on you during her most fertile times of the month. I have only one question about that and then I will leave it alone: Why do people alway look for a GENETIC reason for their bad choices in life? That is like saying that I am predisposed to having diabetes. So, that must be the reason I have it, not the 70 or so extra pounds the doctor has been trying to get me to lose for over a year now.
I caught myself comfort eating last night. First time I have noticed it in a long time, so that tells me it has been going on for a while I would assume. I wasn't really hungry I just wanted a double cheeseburger from McDonalds. NOT GOOD. So I am considering starting a food journal. Someplace to log what I am eating, so that I can get a reality check. Part of me wants to remain blissfully ignorant, however, there is another stronger part of me that wants to see my kids get married fifteen or twenty years from now. (Twenty perferably). Yesterday someone that had only seen me for three hours, and NOT seriously made up or anything, called me sexy. I don't feel sexy, I feel like a cow. So now I want to live up to that word. I am not going to diet. Diet doesn't work for me. I am going to journal my food intake, try to get rid of the comfort eating and just eat when I am hungry, when I need to eat, not because I am experiencing any strong emotions. I may try adding more action in to my day, like getting some outside toys for the kids and actually playing with them on the yard so that I get more movement into my day. I have talked about yoga for a long time, something to help me learn to focus my mind, and at this point, I think that might be a very good idea too. So, Alana and I will have to start that in the mornings ... lord knows we both can do it if we do it together. I figure that work is a good place to add movement because I am there for so much of the best parts of the day. By the time we come home at night it is dark and I have to get the kids homework done and all that so I never really have time at night to do things.
I am really afraid of the scale... so maybe one thing I can do first, is get the courage to stand on it and see just how much weight I gained and how far I have to go. One inch at a time. But I don't just want to work on the outside me, I want to work on the inside me as well, I guess you could say this is part of Jo taking time for JO.
Why is that men think they can stop talking to a woman for a few months and then pick up right where they left off, as if we haven't had those few months to realize hey, they don't want you?
I caught myself comfort eating last night. First time I have noticed it in a long time, so that tells me it has been going on for a while I would assume. I wasn't really hungry I just wanted a double cheeseburger from McDonalds. NOT GOOD. So I am considering starting a food journal. Someplace to log what I am eating, so that I can get a reality check. Part of me wants to remain blissfully ignorant, however, there is another stronger part of me that wants to see my kids get married fifteen or twenty years from now. (Twenty perferably). Yesterday someone that had only seen me for three hours, and NOT seriously made up or anything, called me sexy. I don't feel sexy, I feel like a cow. So now I want to live up to that word. I am not going to diet. Diet doesn't work for me. I am going to journal my food intake, try to get rid of the comfort eating and just eat when I am hungry, when I need to eat, not because I am experiencing any strong emotions. I may try adding more action in to my day, like getting some outside toys for the kids and actually playing with them on the yard so that I get more movement into my day. I have talked about yoga for a long time, something to help me learn to focus my mind, and at this point, I think that might be a very good idea too. So, Alana and I will have to start that in the mornings ... lord knows we both can do it if we do it together. I figure that work is a good place to add movement because I am there for so much of the best parts of the day. By the time we come home at night it is dark and I have to get the kids homework done and all that so I never really have time at night to do things.
I am really afraid of the scale... so maybe one thing I can do first, is get the courage to stand on it and see just how much weight I gained and how far I have to go. One inch at a time. But I don't just want to work on the outside me, I want to work on the inside me as well, I guess you could say this is part of Jo taking time for JO.
Why is that men think they can stop talking to a woman for a few months and then pick up right where they left off, as if we haven't had those few months to realize hey, they don't want you?