My weigh in yesterday was not good. I was up 1.6 pounds. It was not a record breaking gain, but it was the second week in a row that the scale moved up. I really enjoyed the holidays, okay? The person weighing me in gave me a look of pity and patted me on the shoulder saying that this next week would "be my week". I rolled my eyes and mumbled meh, whatever. My give a damn went up in smoke over the holidays and it hasn't really found its way back. I am getting on the wagon slowly, I am exercising but I am still eating like a linebacker. The calories I am burning on a 30 minute workout is no match for a cheeseburger.
That was my attitude yesterday.
My give a damn came back and slapped me in the face. HARD. I had a major wake up call in the fitting room at Tar-jay Boutique when I was searching for a pair of jeans. I slipped into a pair, I buttoned them with ease, and thought they might just work. That was until I looked in the mirror. To my horror, I was sporting mom jeans. You know...mom jeans are where the waist buttons above the belly button, has pockets to accentuate a fat ass, and it holds up the c-section flap. I didn't like how I looked at all, all I needed to complete the look was a sweatshirt that had my kids names embroidered on it. Even though they were a comfortable fit, I just couldn't make myself buy them. So I did what every sane girl would do and I headed to the the intimates area and bought me a sausage roller (aka Spanx) to minimize the muffin top (and of course I am reclaiming my love for zero point soup).
I could have modeled for this photo
In other self pity news, I have a cold and I am about as whiny as a 2 year old when I am sick. The icing on the cake was a phone call I received from the doctor regarding the cyst that I affectionately call Chuck. The MRI results are back and I guess Chuck is a pretty big little bugger that is causing all sorts of fun problems with some tendons and ligaments. So, I will need to have surgery. Surgery. Surgery for a stupid cyst. I wasn't worried before today, but now I am a bit scared that I will have a longer recovery time. I want 2011 to be my year of a race a month and this stupid benign grown may put a damper on things.
That is enough boo-hooing for one day. Thanks for reading my piss and moan fest. Despite all the crap from above, I am in a very chipper mood (thank you to my double dose of Starbucks). I am happy that it is Friday and that I have a weekend to look forward to enjoying. Hope everyone has a great weekend!