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Back.. still committed

Just the last few months were committed to the land of crazyyy.

So, you're wondering, how much did I pack back on?

Not sure. I refused to look at the scale - but about two months ago I realized I just couldn't keep doing the yo-yo thing.

I just can't.

And while my self-esteem is great, my health is tipping over to the dark side. (Yes, the dark side. This is the shadow my fat belly creates - similar to what astronauts see when they slingshot around the back of the moon.)

My Gazelle and me are buds again. I dropped Gwen Stephani as a trainer - she was just bananas. That was too much for me. It's all great until my knees crackle, snap and pop.

Occasionally Xena the Warrior princess hangs around for my workout. She's a very different energy -- and often it seems, amazingly warrior like.

So, realizing I could not do this alone and after hearing everyone exclaim they lost x amount of weight on the program and seeing their happy euphoric smiles - I decided to kerplunk down the monthly bucks and join Weight Watchers.

This of course being a couple of months after I tried to cut back on caloric, fatoric junk food on my own.

So far so good.

Hovering back in the 250's. I do mean hovering - 259.4.

Not too flabby eh.

A long walk for a good cause

I paid the registration fee. If you'd like to donate (even a dollar is SUPER helfpul!)My donation page is here.

I'll be creating a newsletter to send out - I'll post a sign-up for that here in a bit. I've got training to do.

I'll post more later!

The conference-moving-bronchitis diet

Have you read about this one yet? Well, of course not. I’ve just discovered it. It’s the magic pill, the secret trick and soon all the celebrities will be rushing out to buy the book. Of course, I’ll be the super slim author of it. Honest, it works and damn near overnight. Well, maybe in three weeks.

Here’s how it works: First take a big plane ride across the country to a nifty conference, stay a few days and fly home. Then, when you get home, pack up your junk and move. Immediately afterwards catch a wicked case of bronchitis and stay in bed for a week.

I know, I know it sounds silly and not realistic – but I’m here to tell you, “It works!” Seriously, just check out my lovely lady lumps.

What?? You can’t see the difference? Well, let me tell you they’re less lumpy. Eight pounds less.

That’s right you naysayers! Don’t doubt my new top-secret blogger diet, it really does work.

I’m now at a steady 253. One second... I have to count on my fingers here for a minute... must figure out the overall weight loss total….

….. one tic, still counting….

OK, finger math says my brain is still addled with bronchitis and I should re-calculate later. So check back soon for the totals.

Through sick and thin

Well, maybe not the thin.

The coughs, sniffles, scratchy throats and pains have visited my house in rounds. I got tagged on the latest cycle. It started with bone-tired exhaustion about two weeks back. One Sunday I woke up and didn’t want to. Cooking, eating or anything healthy went right out the door. I don’t feel good; therefore I must have comfort food.

Fritos is my comfort food. So are French fries and anything sweet. Tortilla soup from El Pollo Loco is too.

Then I got really sick and parked it on the couch for two days (as opposed to parking it on my work chair) and watched crappy daytime TV. I mentally grumbled at the people who STILL haven’t showed up with my DVR.

Only this last Sunday did I wake up feeling close to my normal self. Today is even better.

Somewhere in my sneeze-cough-nose-drip phase, I saw this commercial about a three-day walk to fight against breast cancer. It made me think about my overall health.

I’m fat (No shoo-shooing. It’s a fact you can’t pat me on the back for and say that’s ‘not true.’) and it’s not healthy. However, I still have control over this. People with breast cancer, or cancer at all, have no control. They can’t get up and jog it off.

Okay, I can’t jog anything off either. I might give myself black eyes if I tried and a heart attack. But, I CAN walk. I’ve got two legs and they still lift up and move forward. At least for now.

Anyhow, once I woke up from my Nyquil coma I realized I had to do this walk. It’s 60 miles in three days. Crazy, I know!

Late last year my good friend and I chatted about doing this weeklong AIDS fundraiser ride. I really, really wanted to do it. I knew I physically couldn’t. The one thing I’ve learned this year is my mind will is not stronger than my body’s weaknesses. I have to make gradual progress. It’s humbling.

Another TV image floated through my mind. An episode of ‘The Biggest Loser.’ It was the family home version. Two families were pitted against each other and then had to the bulk of the challenge at home. They were each given work out machines that were placed in their living rooms in front of the TV.

So as of last night, my Gazelle is in the house. I can walk. I can Gazelle. I can train for this walk. While I get healthy, I can hopefully help someone else get healthy too. Or at least help fundraise their hope higher.

Once I pay the registration fee, I’ll be posting a donation button.

Bad bad daze

French fries, chicken pot pie, bite o' chow mein and a half a danish all in one week.

Good bye 260... I'm afraid to look, just in case it now says 265.