Declaring my Independence

I, Michelle, being of reasonably sound mind and moderately healthy body, do hereby declare my independence from feeling obligated to eat. Just because I can walk into the kitchen and eat the food there, doesn’t mean I need to do that. Just because someone offers me food doesn’t mean I have to eat it.

I am declaring this to set a better example for my daughter, who is a currently a long-legged, lean toddler machine. I know obesity runs in her birth family. I don’t want her to hit the wall I did in high school when “sports for fun” is replaced with “if you’re not good, you don’t play” (and therefore, don’t exercise). I don’t want her to have to shop for plus-sized clothing.

So starting today, I will rededicate myself to eating only when I’m hungry (not bored, stressed, happy or mad), and eating the things that make my body feel good and function well.

I will rededicate myself to walking for fitness, doing the exercises that continue to help heal my back and continue to whittle away at TV time.

I will start living my BEST LIFE–after all, this is the only one I’ve got.

For more Declarations, visit Tales from the Scales. You may end up feeling very inspired!

I promise to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth….

mental note to self: the next time you go on vacation, give yourself at least two days to detox from said vacation

Getting out of the car and onto the scale is not a pleasant experience. But it really wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

I’m up 2.5 lbs since my weigh-in two weeks ago. It really coulda been worse. A lot worse.

In our “Real World”-esque house, the food seem to grow like the loaves and the fishes throughout the week. The nearest grocery store was twenty minutes away, and a trip was made almost daily to get things we ran out of that we didn’t think we’d run out of so soon. And junk food was brought into the house each and every time.

Here’s the thing–at home, I can honestly say I’ve made that lifestyle change–I don’t buy loads of cookies, snack cakes, snack mixes etc, because I know have no impulse control when it comes to those things. So I just don’t buy them. But if I have the opportunity I shall eat them…….and eat them often. And once I start eating stuff like that, my usual snack of fruit seems a lot less appealling.

Ah well. You live and learn. And learn again and again and again. My shorts still fit. The Nutty Bar tasted really good (I did only have one bar). The Chips Ahoy (with chocolate and peanut butter chunks) tasted really good. They tasted really good every time I ate one or two. Which was a lot. (OK, several times every single day–no lie) I only had 2 ice cream cones the entire week, one piece of cheesecake and one creme brulee. And there were potato chips, cheesy snack mix (with sun chips, pretzels and cheese doodles all coated in cheese), and probably 10 other things I’m forgetting. And THE WINE. Oh was the wine flowing. And the sex on the beach (the drink, silly!). Starting just about everyday by 3 o’clock, the drinking commenced. Maybe that’s why we were all still talking to each other.

After looking over the list, it’s amazing I only consumed 8750 calories that I didn’t expend! I did walk a bit every day, and I hardly ever took the elevator (affectionately known as the ella-gator by M) up and down the two full flights of stairs. And there was walking on the shore. And floating in the pool. I wouldn’t call it swimming or even pool walking, but hey, having to kick a little bit over to the side of the pool to get your drink burns more calories than lounging in a chair (which I also did a lot of).

So there you have it. I’m off to eat a green leaft now, very hungry caterpillar style.

Vacation Shopping

Today on my lunch break I ran to Kohl’s to see if I could possibly find some shorts–longer ones, since Bermudas are so fashionable these days. I found THREE pairs. In less than 30 minutes, I had tried on clothes, checked out and was on my merry way.

The best part??? They were all size 12’s!!! Vanity sizing may have something to do with it–the size 12’s I have from my “skinny” summer of 2003 don’t fit quite as nicely. But I don’t care. A size 12 makes me feel good!