Trying to Become Smaller in a "Biggie Size" World

So, I'm on week three of living my new healthy lifestyle? I ended that as a question since I'm unsure how well I'm really doing. In my mind, anything is better than the nothing I did just three weeks ago. However, something funny has taken place.

Maybe it's the fact that I'm finally paying attention to what I eat everyday, or maybe as I have suspected all along, there is a conspiracy to keep Badonk a Donk from shrinking.

Case in point, I met my girl friends at Panera Bread last night. I had already eaten dinner, so I was ready for a nightly snack. I chose to indulge in a Carmel Latte (yes, I ordered the whipped cream on top). Then I headed over to the treats. I'm not sure if it had to do with the million or so calories I burned off in the morning, but let's just say, thank God it was all behind glass.

Trick glass that is. Let me explain: When the nice girl behind the counter handed me my cinnamon bun, it suddenly turned into the equivalent size of a Good Year Tire. I kid you not. Behind the glass was a innocent cinnamon bun. In front of the glass was a plate of cardiac arrest drizzled with a sugary syrup. The plate felt at least 5 pounds.

Any day now, I'm sure I will begin to crave fruit. I'll even settle for a vegetable craving. Just no more cinnamon bun cravings.

I'm warning you now. Draw the shades, lock the doors. Keep the baked goods away. Objects behind the glass are bigger than they appear! I hope week 4 is easier because it's hard to become smaller in a "Biggie Size" World.

Ooops I Did It Again!

So I arrived home about 9pm last night after sitting with my writer’s critique group. I joined the group just over a year ago now. They are a wonderful group of women who have helped me strengthen my writing skills which will hopefully lead to published work someday.
Since Hubby was still busy with work stuff I decided to head up to the bedroom and watch some television. I was hoping for a comedy or something of the sort. It’s funny how one can get lost in no man’s land with just a few clicks of the remote control. One minute you’re learning a new recipe from Rachel Ray, the next minute you’re traveling Italy with Samantha Brown.

Despite all the wonderful shows my T.V. had to offer, I couldn't help myself. There I was on The Home Shopping Network (again). I usually watch these broadcasting gems after Hubby goes to sleep. Sometimes they even help lull me to sleep. But every now and again the vortex catches me. My inner Jiminey Cricket screams “Don’t do it, Mary!” But I can’t help myself.

A few days before I was flipping through the channels, and of course there I landed on The Home Shopping Network again. They were advertising a Pilate's Machine. I didn’t really need a Pilate's Machine, but there was something about this particular one that kept my interest. So I watched and watched. Something like 200 exercises could be performed on this machine. “How awesome,” I thought. Just then Jiminey knocked me out of my Pilate's trance, and brought me back to reality….just before I dialed the order center.

So, back where I left off…the bedroom watching the Home Shopping Network. And wouldn’t you know it, that darn Pilate's Machine was being sold once again. It was an omen! Jiminey tried to stop me, but I ignored his pleas. Minimize blog window; bring up Home Shopping Network. Shh! There it was on my computer screen in bright color. "Must be mine," I said out loud. And before I could blink an eye the mouse scrolled over the word checkout. "Oops, I did it again!"
My obsession with work-out equipment started at a young age and till this day my basement resembles the likes of Bally's, L.A. Fitness, and Fat Camp all wrapped into one. I would like to brag about how in shape I am. The truth: My addiction to Dunkin Doughnuts coffee and muffins has no doubt unleashed a dragon of cholesterol havoc through my blood stream. We won't even begin to talk about what it has done to my backside.

So, will I use this new machine that I am so excitingly anticipating from Mr. Fed Ex? Well, I guess we're just going to have to wait and see. I have to fit into my bridesmaid dress for my brothers wedding in about a month from now, so I think that will definitely be my inspiration. And before you know it, it will be bathing suit season. (Dear God?!?!)

For now I have decided to watch the Disney Channel with Scooter. It will keep me safe from that Home Shopping Network. If only there was a buffer between me and Dunkin Doughnuts.

Dusting Off the Bowflex

Oh don't laugh. You know you own one, or some equivalent you purchased late at night while watching infomercials that promised to restore your old self to new. So I fell for it. I fell hard.

I'll admit, my basement resembles the inside of LA Fitness; and I'm not the least bit ashamed. Wait a minute. OK, maybe just a little.

There was a time in my life when all that equipment went to good use. I racked up plenty of miles on that treadmill. But that was all in the B.C. Era (Before Children).

I always promised myself that I wouldn't blame my children for my loss of interest concerning my waist line. I use to think Stay At Home Moms had the life. They could exercise when they wanted, shop when they wanted, even finish that novel they've been working on (When they wanted). And then I received the shock of my life...I became one.

Corporate Life doesn't hold a stick to my daily adventures, and now the only money I make is when some curious soul clicks on my Adsense Bar.

I often sit here at night wondering when the last time it was that I sat down for more than 10 minutes straight; and yet I'm worrying about my waistline. What happened? Well, here are a few possibilities:

1) My inability to pass a Dunkin Doughnuts without stopping for a coffee and chocolate chip muffin.

2) My inability to balance Karate Class night with a healthy dinner, and therefore I must rely on my local Chick Fillet to bail me out once again.

3) My inability to accept just one piece of Pizza with peperoni will actually fill my stomach.

4) My inability to watch nightly T.V. without a hot cup of tea (good) and some cookies (bad).

The list could easily go on, but I think you get the idea. I just looked at the calender and noticed that out trip to Disney World is almost upon us. I'm almost praying for Blizzard conditions in Florida just so I can avoid the bathing suit saga. Sure I bought one, but I still haven't tried it on. It is sitting nicely in the guest bedroom with the tags still attached.

I'm thinking a good 7 pounds with some major toning will do it, but I don't think there is any equipment that will make that promise by March 20th.

I'm looking forward to this weekend. The cold spell is suppose to break and I may have a chance to take a walk (A very very long walk).

Until then, I think I'll just grab a rag, and dust off the Bowflex.