Holy (read: What a) Cow!

Now that the last round of holiday parties is finally over, today is the day I begin the battle of the bulge that refuses to budge from my midsection … and my thighs … and my knees … and … Believe it or not, at one time in my life (though long, long ago) I was able to wear a Size 4. I’m now well into double digits. You think those Christmas cookies and French fries had something to do with it?

This is the most I have ever weighed and a far cry from my skinny days. (At least my pedi looks good!)  I’d like to get my weight back to the mid 140s, which means I need to drop 20-25 pounds. I realize it’s not about numbers, but rather making better choices and taking care of me. If I concentrate on exercising daily and eating healthy, shedding pounds has got to follow, right?

I’m gung ho right now, but usually lose enthusiasm after three or four days. And they say that it takes a minimum of 21 days to change a behavior. What’s a girl to do?  Yes, fatigue, boredom, depression and stress can all make it difficult to stick with the program, but I don’t believe having a relapse is as important as how you deal with it. If I allow for an occasional setback and treat it as nothing more than a hiccup that teaches me something, then I’m still on the right track, no?

All that being said, there’s only one thing that really worries me. They tell me that boobs are the first thing to go. *heavy sigh*