Well my point is that, I have been using the excuse of moving to not really cook anything. I also moved my dad into assisted living, and so the freedom from rushing home to cook him a meal so that he would eat enough, has been lifted from my shoulders. I think I'm rebelling a little by just going out to eat a lot. Plus my daughter Gyrlande loves Japanese food best of all, like me, so for us it's not hard to talk each other into going out for sushi and tempura!!! She can pack away 2 salmon skin hand rolls and an order of shrimp tempura like nobody's business!!!
My new roommate is also packing the pounds and wants to lose, but she wants to focus on it after our houses are sold and we are all moved in and can de-stress. I have never been this fat in my life, and I hate the way I look but I am still healthy. When I hold up a pair of size 22 pants, I CANNOT BELIEVE my ass actually fits into that much material. It seems impossible! And then I put the pants on and lo and behold, they fit perfectly. It's quite surreal. It's hard to believe that I felt fat and COULD NOT BELIEVE my ass fit into those size 16s!!!
Oh here come some estate sale customers...be right back....
So....the point is.....eat less, exercise more....eat less, exercise more. Why can't I just DO IT....where is the line of disliking your body SO MUCH that you actually start to DO what you are supposed to do???? I know what to do. Why can't I get started???? UGH! For you guys did it take actually starting to be sick or have weight-related serious health issues to get started? Or was just disliking your body enough?
steph