Sure enough though, as my work travel increased, and the dreaded temptation of the hotel restaurant and post-negotiations tipple at the bar, I couldnt continue on strict. I just couldnt bear packing a weeks worth of hard boiled eggs and protein shakes to sustain myself on the travels.
What a lame excuse though. I was two blocks from a Loblaws, and three blocks from a Benstein clinic. What was wrong with me!!
So here I am, two weeks before Christmas and going to enrol back on strict. I still have one months prepaid credits sitting waiting to be used, and I crept back up 10 pounds. I just cant seem to resist certain foods - but I have to drop this weight. My skinny clothes were not just relegated to the far-end of my closet, but have now been returned to my daughters closet so I can get down the 4 sizes (yes, Im in 14 and need to get back to my size 8) before I can bear to have my skinny jeans in my presence.
I have to do this though. I just dont like who am "fat." Its just not me - the flabby inner thighs, cottage-cheese arms and fleshy-gut. I remember just loving the zero-back-fat, slim, no double chin and sexy self at BMI. Why cant I just be her full-time?
If I cant do this during the season when I would risk increasing yet another 10 pounds, then Im doomed.
This is it - 2012 is going to my year - all year!
That is my gift to myself. Plus, I bought myself (courtesy of my daughter) a gorgeous size 10 silk JCrew blouse that I get to unwrap on Christmas morning. Damn it, its going to flow off my slim frame by February if it kills me.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to me!
Heres to a happy and healthy holiday to you and yours. xo
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