I'm grateful for these solid relationships, which allowed last night's weigh-in to continue inching in the right direction.
May 4 Poundage: CXXXVIIAlright. Let me explain ... which means I must reintroduce you to my dear sister Kristin. A caring girl who is the queen of Complimentary Vacation Care Packages. Usually including snacks for the road. A fun t-shirt. Book of crossword puzzles.
June 9 Poundage: CXXIX
June 16 Poundage: CXXVII
June 20 Goal Poundage: CXXV
(Poundage to go: II ..... in addition to the pound of candy I may very well inhale.)
Last night I got home -- feeling all buff from yoga and the hill-climbing machine and grocery shopping -- to discover a padded envelope in the mail pile. Suspiciously lumpy. When lifted, shape of crossword puzzle book apparent. Telltale sound of smooth candy coatings clacking against one another.
Yes. On the last 4 days of diet and work before vacation and just getting ready for vacation, period, I let a pounder bag of Reeses Pieces into the apartment.
I tried to forestall the inevitable by putting it in the freezer behind a bag of chicken breasts and unloading my other frozen groceries in front of that. This helped for 5 minutes. After which I moved the chicken breasts out of the way, broke the seal, and helped myself to 4 man-sized handfuls.
Oh well. Either I need to a) see a counselor for impulsive and compulsive eating habits; b) admit that willpower is one of my weaker traits; c) hope that the bikini I ordered from Victoria's Secret gets lost in the mail before Sunday; or d) need to just be OK weighing 127 pounds.
Kristin: I love you and thank you ... you evil chick ...