I am finished. Done. This is over. It’s time for me to take back my jeans and all the rusty zippers that haven’t seen action in the last six, seven, eight oh whatever, 12 months.
We have lived here for a year and a half and I have very gradually gained 15 pounds. I say gradually but what I really mean is gained lost gained lost gained lost oh look, I can’t wear any of my clothes AT ALL gradually.
When I did the play in November I got motivated and lost eight pounds super easily. I’ve been around this hot dog stand, I know how to be thin. By December 1st I was down within about 5 pounds of my pre-Germany weight (11 pounds from pre-Georgia however many years ago). I felt great.
But when December hit my life went crazy. Looking back I realized that I didn’t spend one single day at home during the first three weeks of December, and when you’re gone at night and at lunch and at parties and at play practice you tend to eat whatever you can find and afford. In my case that was a lot of frickadelle and bratwurst with pommes. I was sure I was burning off the calories with all that extra driving and tenseness in my shoulders, but when I stepped on the scale on December 28 I was up 14 pounds from December 1st.
All month I’ve been taking one step forward, one step back. Then last week one of my friends texted me and asked if I would do a six-day protein shake/almonds/healthy dinner thing with her and I realized that it’s time I stopped eating out of the bread basket and took control of this stupid lack of self-control that is keeping me from my closet and mirrors and an overall sense of satisfaction. Done. Permanently. It’s over.
My sister suggested I look into a free hypnotherapy weight loss app and I’ve got to say, there just might be something to it. I don’t really care at this point, I’ll take all the positive reinforcement help I can get. Believe me when I tell you, by April Fools Day my closet is going to open its doors and welcome me back into every pair of teeny jeans and all the zippered dresses with open hangers.