Hello fair readers (not that there is really anyone reading this). I have been terrible about posting lately. This is for a few reasons; I am busy, I am lazy, I have been a bad dieter, I didn't wanna.
I have had a rough March so far peeps. Breakups and makeups and breakups again, family drama, bad news, etc. So I went to a sad place. I call this place...chocolate mountain. "But Abby," I am sure you are thinking, "chocolate mountain sounds like a grand place! Where rivers of hot fudge run alongside hillsides of chocolate bark and mountains topped with delicious snow caps (like from the movie theater, remember?) It must be wonderful!" Well in actuality it is more like someone buying 2 pieces of cake for themselves, or cookies you say you will save for later but end up eating all together in the car right after you purchase them. It is not a pretty place....but it is wonderful. Wonderful if you are full of self pity and hate...which I so often am. So I decided to screw my diet and eat whatever I wanted because I was sad and feeling all alone. What was the result? Well once I came out of my sugar induced 2 week coma (sponsored byt Muddy's Cupcakes and Blue Bell ice cream) I realized that I was going about this the wrong way! I did not need to self destruct, instead I could accomplish things I had neglected. I took this complete and utter lack of a social life as a cue to get things done.
I began by cleaning (which I hate to do, but felt needed to be done). I even cleaned under my bed! It was a frightful experience. Then I organized, even creating my own photo albums on mixbook.com. FInally, I got the heck outta dodge and went home for a couple of days. I took this opportunity to cut off 12 inches of hair and donate it. I returned to Memphis feeling like a new woman!
Having returned from the dark (dark chocolate..mmmmm) side I am still 5 pounds lighter than I was when I began this voyage. But I gained almost all of my weight back. Realizing that this is a minor setback, I am determined to work even harder from now on.
One of the main driving forces here is my Mom. I promised her I would be more healthy, and every southern girl knows that you should NEVER break a promise to your mama.
SO here I go again. Waking up at 6 to go running and passing out on my computer at around 1030pm from sheer exhaustion. I wouldn't have it any other way. Stay tuned for more adventures in dieting!
PS - If anyone would like to go walking with me on the island between the hours of 545-7am and 4-6 pm I would love the company! Either of those times works for me.
I have had a rough March so far peeps. Breakups and makeups and breakups again, family drama, bad news, etc. So I went to a sad place. I call this place...chocolate mountain. "But Abby," I am sure you are thinking, "chocolate mountain sounds like a grand place! Where rivers of hot fudge run alongside hillsides of chocolate bark and mountains topped with delicious snow caps (like from the movie theater, remember?) It must be wonderful!" Well in actuality it is more like someone buying 2 pieces of cake for themselves, or cookies you say you will save for later but end up eating all together in the car right after you purchase them. It is not a pretty place....but it is wonderful. Wonderful if you are full of self pity and hate...which I so often am. So I decided to screw my diet and eat whatever I wanted because I was sad and feeling all alone. What was the result? Well once I came out of my sugar induced 2 week coma (sponsored byt Muddy's Cupcakes and Blue Bell ice cream) I realized that I was going about this the wrong way! I did not need to self destruct, instead I could accomplish things I had neglected. I took this complete and utter lack of a social life as a cue to get things done.
I began by cleaning (which I hate to do, but felt needed to be done). I even cleaned under my bed! It was a frightful experience. Then I organized, even creating my own photo albums on mixbook.com. FInally, I got the heck outta dodge and went home for a couple of days. I took this opportunity to cut off 12 inches of hair and donate it. I returned to Memphis feeling like a new woman!
Having returned from the dark (dark chocolate..mmmmm) side I am still 5 pounds lighter than I was when I began this voyage. But I gained almost all of my weight back. Realizing that this is a minor setback, I am determined to work even harder from now on.
One of the main driving forces here is my Mom. I promised her I would be more healthy, and every southern girl knows that you should NEVER break a promise to your mama.
SO here I go again. Waking up at 6 to go running and passing out on my computer at around 1030pm from sheer exhaustion. I wouldn't have it any other way. Stay tuned for more adventures in dieting!
PS - If anyone would like to go walking with me on the island between the hours of 545-7am and 4-6 pm I would love the company! Either of those times works for me.
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