Ok, I'll admit that the holidays are no time to start a diet. But I'm desperate. Things like this have been happening to me lately:
I can't tie my shoes with my jeans on without stopping to gasp for air.
My "fat" jeans are now my "Did somebody put these things in the dryer for an hour or what???" jeans.
The drawers full of fuzzy, fluffy winter sweaters are starting to look like spandex on me.
I wish I had a muffin top. I've got something akin to a meatloaf top now.
My tightwad self refused to buy clothes in a larger size. So if I don't trim up some of this excess largeness, I will be wearing Paul's clothes or draping bed linens across my body like a toga.
I'm too cheap to join Weight Watchers. And I doubt they even have a group out here anyhow. Even if they did, I don't know if I'd be able to get into town often enough.
I don't want to do Atkins or South Beach or anything that entails me not eating "normal" food. Although I have to admit that Atkins sounds very tempting as I could probably eat nothing but bacon and peanut butter the entire time.
I know what I have to do. I have to eat less and exercise more. It's a no-brainer. But I honestly think I need somebody here with me 24/7 carrying a baseball bat so they can whack me upside the head every time I eat a cookie or slather on half a stick of butter on my toast.
I need some help from someone else who may want to drop a few pounds or get in better shape over the holidays (and beyond). I can't wait until after the New Year. I need to start now. I need someone who I can be accountable to for my weight, my exercising and my baked-goods addiction. Sorry Christine, you don't count. I know I could email you a food journal and all that jazz, but honestly, you're just as pathetic as I am when it comes to sweets so we'll just end up eating fun sized snickers together and complaining about it.
So, would anyone like to help / join me? Pretty please? With chocolate on top? (Yes, I'm that pathetic). I promise I won't blog about our trials and tribulations!! Just you, me (and maybe you & you & you) and the Feds who read my emails thinking I'm a terrorist.