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I have had such a solid grip on my weight since the June Bug broke through the surface that I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to want to throw the scale through a window.
I’m on vacation. I’m at my mother’s house. These two things do not make for good weight control (unless you’re looking to store up for the long, cold winter). And even though I know, I know, that her scale is four pounds heavier than mine (because no one can gain four solid pounds during a 14 hour car trip), I still feel violent and resentful every time I cross it’s threshold and offer up my self-esteem to the digital gods.
And so, I’m back to my good old, miserable old plan. The one that involves lots of Lean Cuisines and no eating after 6 pm. It also means spitting accidental bites of PB&J on homemade white bread into the trash and eating so many sugar-free Russell Stouver’s mint patties that I spend a significant amount of time in the bathroom. Cause I’m healthy like that.
But there is a new twist to this plan that I intend to implement tomorrow morning. I am going to start running. There, I said it. I hate running, it’s stupid and boring and not at all social. Running is for smart people who care about their hearts more than their knees (my knees are WAY more important to me). I should probably admit here that I’ve been trying to get started all week. It’s those stupid shoes. Who ties shoes anymore? Heels don’t have strings.
I do have to say that after three days on the system I’m already down a pound, and by the end of next week I’ll be back to my untoned self. When I get back next month, I am picking up my yoga classes with some seriously zen enthusiasm.
Hold on, do I smell brownies? Mmmm, chocolate.
