Hi guys. I'm still at 259.
Now, looking at my sexy, full-figure, you'd never guess I could box as a heavyweight fighter.
I could, if I were a man, and not quite so fetching as a woman.
I'm not that into pain, either, so boxing wouldn't be good.
Anywho, I'm still pushing along with the SutriSystem.
It's my fault that I'm not losing. I've cheated.
A lot.
So, it appears that it's back to square one.
Again.
Do you get tired of reading about my yo-yo diet?
I know I am.
Hard.
At this point, I'm somewhere under the wagon, being dragged by it and my extra weight.
Between heartache and the stress of returning work and my physical therapy, I've managed to gain back my lost pounds.
I can't tell you how pleased I am about this.
Actually, I feel like dirt for backsliding.
No, it's not peanut butter jelly time.
(Beware - more fat woman brooding in the jump. . . )
Finish reading 'I fell off the wagon' »Hi guys.
I know. It's Tuesday, and this is like the first time I've posted this week.
Don't mind me, I'm slacking off.
I hope to have some new and exciting posts for you soon.
In the meantime, I weighed in this morning.
I gained a half a pound.
There's no peanut butter jelly time this week.
I'm hoping it's just water weight.
Sigh.
I've gained weight.
Let's just say that in the last few months, the pounds I lost came back and brought relatives and friends.
So, I'm back up to 250 (plus 7).
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Finish reading 'Something new' »I knew it.
Having a little extra padding is good.
Having a lot of extra padding is not.
The Journal of the American Medical Association said carrying a little extra weight doesn't raise your risk for heart disease and cancer.
It also may help you fight other illnesses, the journal article states.
For fat folks everywhere, this is good news. My co-worker, Jeff, wrote about other York Countians who also have a little extra padding.
So, I'm going to keep those extra 25 pounds.
Now, I only have 45 to lose!
I feel thinner already.
I first noticed it Sunday when I was watching a movie Sunday night.
I looked down at myself and thought, "That's a big belly. Whose belly is that?"
I sat there for a minute, perplexed. I was trying to figure out where this robust belly had come from.
Just a few weeks ago, my belly was on its way out, being taken down, inch by inch, every week by faithful attendance at cycling class.
Every time I sweated for an hour on the bike, I knew I was losing inches. My jeans had started to fit better. Life was good.
And then I stopped going.
What's wrong with me?
Finish reading 'Who's belly is that? ' »Are buckets really holy? Just wondering. . .
Ok, enough about that, I've got something awful to tell you.
Your pleasantly plump - wait, scratch that - your favorite fat blogger has some bad news.
(You're going to have to click on the link to find out what it is.)
Finish reading 'Holy buckets, Batman!' »What's up with the pounds you lose coming back?
I mean, after I've done this much to get rid of them, wouldn't you think they'd pick up the hint and stay away?
This week, I gained a half a pound. My editors will not allow me to write here the colorful words I used when I looked at the scale Monday morning and saw this half pound was back. Plus, I think my mom is reading this.
Finish reading 'Pounds, pounds stay away' »
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