Triggers

My triggers are pizza and birthday cake (the kind you buy from the bakery). I will eat pizza for lunch, an afternoon snack and then take the leftovers home and continue a weekend-long affair. The problem is that we always order way too many pizzas at work and I can't stand letting leftovers go to waste.

If either of these foods is in the building I spend a couple hours telling myself I won't eat it. Then I smell it and see everyone else pigging out on it. Thats when the whole "poor me/why can't I eat like everyone else can?" diatribe begins. It doesn't end until I take a bite. And after the intial piece it just tastes so good that I have 3 more. It becomes an obsession and I can't think straight because I know  that food is two doors away.  It calls to me all day until I eat it again and again and only ends when it is gone or has been in the fridge so long that it is dry and crusty and the microwave can't even resuscitate it. At least birthday cake only makes a rare appearance. But that butter creme frosting....
It is hard to be faced with the constant temptations but as I learned from the Great Sugar Cookie debacle, I am better off not eating any than trying (and failing) to eat just one. It really IS like being an alcoholic except that my behavior only hurts myself. I don't think any one else would be in danger unless I pushed them out of the way on the way to the pizza.

Gunt Toe

a.k.a. FUPA toe. For the uneducated out there FUPA stands for Fat Upper P***y Area. I think u can guess what combination of words were frankensteined together to form the word "gunt". The Urban Dictionary refers to it as Atomic Camel Toe, Camel Toe's Toe (U r so fat your camel toe has camel toe), Famel Toe and FACT (Fat Ass Camel Toe). You can even order t-shirts, mugs, mouse pads, bumper stickers etc. with ANY of their definitions printed on them. Brilliant! Yes, folks, you too can own a Pannus trucker hat. (See blog #2 for definition of pannus) I've just been noticing camel toe lately. And one person I know has been wearing her jeans WAY too tight so she's been sporting a gunt toe. How does someone look in the mirror, see that Fat Ass Camel Toe and think "Hey, I look good!" ?

Little Victories

So I finally squoze into those jeans I referred to in the Muffin Top post. I can actually sit down in them! They are still a little snug but right now everything is a little victory.
When I pass up the donuts at work.
When I suffer thru my co-workers pigging out on 7 layer mexican dip and tortilla chips day after day after day after day...

Random Thoughts

I lost 2.4 lbs this week even though I didn't exercise a lick. I've had some severe insomnia issues coupled with stress and a lot of activity so all of that seems to work even better than exercise. The activity consisted of cleaning and moving all weekend in preparation to try to short sell the house. Now its a bigger mess than when I started. And now to explain the Prince picture...
When I was 14 I was going to chnage my name to Electra X and join Princes' band. Oh yeah, I was also going to marry Prince. But he didn't know that then. Or now, for that matter. (He's still hot.)

Arm Flab

I lost up to 2 inches off my waist and thighs and an inch or so off other areas, but my gigantic arms have not budged! At this rate I will become like one of those flying squirrels, able to leap off tall buildings and then glide my way down to a safe landing on street level so I can window shop. I could put an eye out when I wave. I haven't worn a sleeveless shirt since I was 20. Back when I lost 114 pounds I could even hear my arm flab clapping me on as I ran and it slapped against my ribs. I didn't really appreciate applause from flaps of my own skin! By now you know that none of these pictures are actually of me. I am WAY too self-conscious for that. Thanks to google though I have these nifty pics to run with my posts.

cookies, my frenemies

I was weak and ate 4 sugar cookies today which converts to 12 points. The cookies were in the fridge at work and were made from scratch. I was able to resist their siren song all day yesterday, but after lunch today I decided to have just one. It tasted so good I couldn’t stop until I had polished off 4 of the suckers. My co-worker told me they weren’t even all that good (after she polished off 5 herself!) but they were the best thing I had tasted in weeks. I am a food-a-holic. I can’t stop at just one. I am better off just ignoring the food, as hard as it is, because when I finally get a taste it is so good that I lose all control. This must be similar to what an alcoholic goes through after her first drink. I was able to eat less the rest of the day and with a workout thrown in I ended the day just one point over my daily points. That’s what those 35 extra points are for – so you can have a slip-up and have it actually be part of the plan. Then you aren’t as tempted to just give up the diet completely when you fail.