Self Discovery

I too have been stuffing my face with all the things I will no longer be able to eat and I have to say I've learned some things about myself. I? Am white trash. No doubt about it. My last meal splurge? Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, peas & corn with butter & garlic salt, and french fries. Oh, and cocoa pebbles for dessert. Can't get much more trailer park than that unless I added ballpark hot dogs or French's fried onions to my macaroni.
Feeling a little guilty after devouring close to an entire bag of potato chips & about 2 cups of italian dressing earlier today, I decided to embark on a little workout. And I learned something else about myself. I? am a bigger wuss than all those crybabies on "The Biggest Loser". Seriously, I get that they're away from their family and are having to actually get up off their asses for a change (btw, as a self-professed couch potato, I can say that without it being cruel and judgmental) but there is no need for the waterworks every episode. C'mon people! Toughen up a little! But I digress. Anyways, the workout in the Biggest Loser book totally kicked my ass - I highly recommend it. Just don't ask me how I'm feeling tomorrow...

Ice Cream

Whoever said, "nothing tastes as good as thin feels..."

Has never eaten at the Blue Plate Diner in Portland.  This was one of my splurges during my "pre-diet countdown."  The husband and I headed there Friday afternoon for diner food and ice cream sodas ("floats" to people on the West Coast apparently).  I ordered the pulled pork sandwich and macaroni and cheese and Husband ordered sliders and mashed potatoes.  We ate half and then switched.  That's what we do.  Otherwise we risk me having food envy and staring at his meal and sighing the whole time until he offers me a bite or five.  I also had a strawberry soda with chocolate ice cream.  Yum.  Then it was on to the movies for about 1500 calories in popcorn.  

Today I have decided is laze about and eat whatever I want day.  I start school on Monday and my free time will be at a premium.  So I'm finishing up "My Life on the D List" and reading In Style magazine and lusting after things I can't fit into and/or afford.  I'm eating all the things that I will miss during the two weeks of phase one on South Beach.  I ate cereal for breakfast.  Not just any cereal.  The "Malt-O-Meal" version of Sugar Smacks (I think now officially known as Honey Smacks because "Sugar" is now a bad word).  I had two pieces of fried chicken for an early lunch that I splurged on at the Fred Meyer (I know.  I splurge big).  I'm gearing up for a little chip and Italian dressing snack in a little while.  And for dinner, will be pizza.  But not before I hit the gym.  You know, a girl has gotta watch her figure.

Really, the laze about and eat anything I want day could not have come on a better day.  It's um...that time of the month (I really can't think of an appropriate "menstruation" metaphor for the Internet) and my ovaries were pissed right off at me this morning.  We're talking doubled over in pain cursing all of my internal organs.  Husband says it's because they are bored and so they make sure my period is extra dramatic so they have something to do.  Bastards.  Yes, my ovaries are boys.  Aren't yours?

Schmice Cream

...says the girl who just bought a pound of red vines...

Ice Cream here.
I second Schmice Cream: I would like to be less fat please :)
In an effort to show just how serious I am about this, I went to the library and checked out an embarrassing amount of books on both The South Beach Diet and fitness. I even picked up "The Biggest Loser Fitness Program". I heart you, Jillian! Oh, and don't think I didn't notice the smirk from the "oh, I just have a fast metabolism" skinny jean wearing librarian. Aren't librarians supposed to be old and fat? I mean a real librarian, not a naughty librarian with the one-hair-pin-updo. Of course they're not old and fat...
Anyways, in true sloth form that I have been in this past week I'm off to bed since it is waaayyy past my usual 8pm bedtime. I feel I need to rest up for the challenge ahead. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Oh, and Schmice Cream, I really did feel the teensiest bit of guilt in eating that cookie in front of you... but can I just take a moment to say that it was the best damn chocolate chip coconut cookie I think I've ever eaten.
Now to mentally prepare myself to divulge my biggest secret for the small, selected few that have access to the internet. Seriously, posting my weight on the internet is right up there with sky diving and voting Republican on the list of things I would never, ever do.
Gulp.

We would like our asses to be less fat please.

Schmice Cream

So here's the deal.  As you can see from our profile pic, someone snuck in that day and gave me an extra chin.  I don't know who the fuck did it, but I have since taken out a hit.  I'm the ginourmous one with the teeny tiny guitar.  However, I was kicking Ice Cream's Guitar Hero novice ass at the time so I have that going for me.  At any rate, I decided that I would really like to be less fat.  Mostly for health reasons, (my back is jacked up and I blame it on being fat), but also because I like pretty things and would like to wear them.  This is our final week of diet freedom.  I started two days ago, but when I almost bit Ice Cream's hand off for eating a cookie in front of me, we decided that we best be in this together.  Our diet of choice will be South Beach.  Me thinks it is sensible, but I'll know more once I read the books tonight. 

The official drop date is October 1, so we can purge our cupboards of all the non-approved foods.  And by "purge" I mean "eat it all."  I don't have much to contend with here.  I have the husband who will gladly do me the service of eating all the junk, including the 2 loaves of Gypsy Enemy Bread.  We are here to motivate each other with a little bit of friendly competition.  I'm sure more of our histories will come out in the future.  And cut us some slack.  We're going to post our weight on the interwebz.  I think we deserve some credit for that.  Over to you Ice Cream.