Okay, on second thought, screw the mirror. I'm going to put a cover over all the mirrors in the house.
It's amazing, in a depressing way, what two months of stress, fast food, no exercise and almost no sleep can do to a woman. I used to have a pot belly. Now it's not so much a pot as a cauldron. I haven't actually been attending Weight Watcher meetings. I usually found time to dash in and get weighed, but some weeks I couldn't even do that. Tracking my food? Yeah, right. Even exercise has been lost in the shuffle.
The ideal long-term solution to this would be to get a new job, one with more pay, less work, and with a gym in the building. A gym staffed by lithe nubile tanned gym instructors with an endless supply of biceps and patience.
A more realistic solution -- for now, anyway -- is to dig myself out of the hole again.
- Goals for this week:
- Buy fruit, vegetables, fish. No meat/alcohol/sugar in the house
- Cook enough food so that I can bring food to work
- Bike or walk every damn day
- Get back to attending meetings, reading blogs, and in general trying to find my lost motivation.
I'm putting these goals up here for all the world to see.
Probably all the world has better things to do with their time, but that's not the point.
I am a strong independent
Exercise du jour: 30 minutes on the exercise bicycle.
Walked instead, but it's still exercise. (Didn't get the exercise bike set up. Something to look forward to tomorrow.)
My portrait courtesy of Flickr: