Saturday, December 20, 2014


I'm starting AGAIN. Not focusing on every little moment, but starting by beginning my day with a walk. It's easy now, because I'm on vacation, but I intend to continue when work starts up again. I know that will be tough ... tough.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

I don't want to jinx it, but I'm going the right direction

Just an update. I'm up to 0.8 mile walks and I've lost a few pounds. Nothing earth shattering, but going the right way. 

That's it. 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

I Gave Up Until Today

Like someone on a forum said, starting over sucks, but that's what we do. We can't just give up. 

It helps that my tendinitis is much better. I simply couldn't have walked until now. I also went back to a good shoe. I hate shoes. Probably why I got tendinitis in the first place. I tried to walk at one point in my Skechers with the concave soles. That didn't work. It made both of my ankles scream with pain. I have thrown those away. 

I walked tonight after dark. We're in the 90's already during the day. I walked 0.5 miles. Why do we plural a fractional part and drop the s for a full mile? Something to ponder. ANYway, less than a mile and my breathing was labored. Gross. 

But it's a start. Again. 

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Thank You for Checking In

No, I'm not dead. Just obese. But I'm back and I'm shocked to see that somebody has been checking on me. Wow. You're doing more than I have been. Thanks for that.

I've been saying that I'm sick and tired of dieting and worrying about my weight. Today, a FB friend started a group for a 90-day challenge. Initial reaction: <<shudder>>  Then I realized that this chick had a body I would love to have, yet she was going on yet another diet. It isn't just poor little (ok, not so little) me who has to deal with this constantly. I'm not so special. Suck it up, buttercup.

So now that I've had to face facts (yes, doctor appt), I'm on a mission. Heavier than EVER and the ankle is still out of commission. That isn't going to stop me, dammit. Starting now. Ok, tomorrow. I need to shop, first.

I've decided on the paleo diet. Here's why: I've already sort of started going that direction, anyway. I've made myself eat produce with everything. If I wanted chocolate (yeah, that will stop), I made myself eat chocolate chips with orange slices. If I wanted bread, I made myself pair it with humus (sort of produce). It's going to be HARD to cut the bread and chocolate out of this equation. Really hard. I don't have a choice, though. This has GOT to stop.

Generally, I say that I'll work into something gradually as I finish up the stuff in the cupboard. I simply cannot throw food away. It's just more than my Scotch side can bear. Therefore, I will pack it all up and store it in the garage. When I get my smokin'hot bod (or at least something closer to healthy), I can make a rational decision about whether to unpack the crap or donate it to the homeless.

Alright, folks. Here we go. Step one: Get up.