Never mind that it's 6:24 on a Saturday and I feel like blogging, maybe just be grateful that I'm sitting here in my underwear while typing. My gift to you is the visual in your head right now.
Here's what I want to talk about: the fact that I can't stop eating. The fact that I haven't been able to stop eating basically since I got pregnant with Fatty 2.5 years ago. There's nothing wrong with this friends, nothing wrong because I work out enough that I haven't suffered any truly ill effects. My pants button comfortably most of the time, I can fit into all of the same clothes I wore before. The problem is that they could stand to fit a little bit better. The fact that the scale is still 10-12 lbs heavier than 30 months ago is a little bit disturbing to me. If I could manage what went into my mouth a little better, I know that number wouldn't be such a problem. Oh but Kalli, you say, it's nothing but a number. I know that stupid. But when you're tall like me and weigh as much as an average wide receiver it feels a little weird. The thing about being tall is that the weight just distributes itself to different places. I can fluctuate 10 lbs and still stay in the same size. It's both a gift and a curse. And I just love food SO MUCH.
Well, I don't like it. Any of it. So I'm going to doing something about it. Maybe not Weight Watchers again just yet, but some calorie counting, vegetable eating business. I want to lean this out and get my sexy on (even more sexy, duh). Maybe I'll post my results every week, that seemed to give me some motivation last time I lost a significant chunk of weight (even though you can't really tell when I lose a significant chunk of weight). I guess I need to be held liable or whatever.
My friend Whitney is the inspiration for all this btw, she's a total Betty after losing like 20 lbs by working her a.s.s. off. I dedicate this one to you Whit, cue music...