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Goal by Christmas???

What was I thinking? I don't think I can make it.

I just spent over $60 on junk food for the Grand Final party we are going to today. Three kinds of cheese, pate, organic water crackers, cashews, almonds, dried apricots, new tappa's doritos (I have wanted to try them forEVER), mini pretzels, and pre-made potato salad because I feel lazy, oh also some dip. Can you believe how much this stuff costs? Unbelievable. And I think I went a little overboard. There is no way all of that crap is going to be eaten.

Last night I bought my first pair of non-stretch jeans (that don't cut off my circulation) and are a size 11. That translates into a US size 9. The last time I was this size I was 15.

But am I happy with myself? No.

Last week was a good week. I had a great loss. This week was shit. I ate lots of bread, and succumbed to the demon that forces me to buy twisties at work.

How the hell will I see goal by Christmas?

I have no idea. But I know that something has got to give.

Comments

Wenchy said…
I still think you have done wonderfully. You must cut yourself some slack.
lainb said…
I've never heard of tappa's doritos.
Argy said…
oright...i think ive told you this before, or perhaps i have thought about it before, who knows :)

you take two pieces of paper and write on one "What am I gaining by not getting to goal?" and on the second "What am I avoiding by not getting to goal"

try and write down as many things as you can without really letting your brain into the exercise. write fast and dont think too much, be as spontaneous as possible.

I am certain you will find some answers there!

*hugs*
*frowns*

I hope you are finished with the defeatist talk.

One event. One that can be compensated for with a Sunday of steady exercise perhaps?

I hope you absolutely enjoyed every morsel of food that has given you this guilt. It needed to be worth it.

I think you are fabulous and perhaps you were venting here. Don't be ashamed nor guilty. It was a special occassion and you conciously chose to enjoy it. End of story.

My tip: One afternoon of eating will not ruin your goal steps. It's a very learnable exercise honey.

Compensate with exercise or a night of wild monkey sex. Burn off the extra energy you feel guilty about! Hehe

Oh and WOW @ the new jeans. Hubba hubba girl!
Marisa said…
Is Christmas celebrated earlier in Australia? :) Of course you can make it to goal -- if you want to. Silverella's exercise sounds like just the ticket. This setback is minor and you can either keep it at a minor setback or push forward. Oh, and after Silverella's exercise, I'd try Beckie's. Remember: you can do that cardio workout daily. Hehe.

BTW, check it out, I'm a blogger now too! See what a good influence you are.

Marisa
Sooz said…
Honey! That's great about the jeans. Pat yourself on the back. You have absolutely changed your life over the last year+. It's going to take some time to adjust and right now you are under considerable stress worrying about your family. Cut yourself some slack. Start a positive mantra. Oink out, have fun and start again the next day. You can do it!

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