I think at this point I'm a good ten pounds heavier than I want to be. I'm still technically in the same size I've been in for years...but there are some unsightly bulges where before there were none. Well...fewer. According to the Waif (TM), the key to weight loss is portion control. And the key word in that phrase is "control"...of which I have none.
Part of the issue is that I'm a glutton, it's true. If something tasty is before me...I have a hard time not finishing it (hello creme brulee). The other part of the issue is that having been dirt poor through most of college, I have a hard time wasting food...even if I don't like it. Throwing it away just makes me sad. Not Hotel Rwanda sad...but like just-missed-the-bus-and-now-I-have-to-wait-1/2-hour-for-the-next one sad. Sad.
Now, I ride my bike to work almost every day, and it's a fantastical workout...for my lower half. But it doesn't seem to be doing enough. And I'm wondering if it has anything to do with the fact that I'm having a small but kind of largish love affair with Twixes. Yes, Kansas knows. Apparently he doesn't mind sharing me. And now we're back to that fucking word of the day, "control".
Tiny Sneezer doesn't like chocolate. I can't wrap my head around that. It's up there with Creationism for me. How can anyone not love the chocolaty, chocoriffic, smooth heaven that IS chocolate? And how can anyone believe that the world is only 6,000 years old and that dinosaurs are myths? It's like contemplating the size of the universe...my head internally explodes.
So I haven't decided yet how I'm going to lose these ten pounds. It has to be something that doesn't require too much space or effort. I haven't much of either. We bought too much 70's funk furniture for our little living room and now there's no space left for any pilates or yogaing. That and I'm lazy.
Kansas wants to take some sort of martial art together. I feel as though I need to get back into ballet, if I'm going to pay for any sort of class. I really liked it until my teacher went all russian-battleaxe on me. Then there's walking. People in Portland are big on this whole "hiking" thing. I don't know if it's for me...driving somewhere just so you can get out of the car and walk for miles. I mean...I went without a car for a long time and was forced to walk everywhere...and I can pretty much tell you, there's nothing glamorous about the endeavor. So the idea of making it a past time is less than...well...ideal. Plus there's the whole being-out-in-nature aspect. We have bears here, people.
So what does that leave? Anything? I think not. Guess I'm going to have to learn to love those ten pounds. Maybe I'll sleep with my arms wrapped around them tonight to see if we bond. Who knows...as time goes on they may just become part of the family. They'll probably want their own room at some point. Lord.
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