Happy Fat-Chick review day everyone! It’s Monday, again, and while I'm only at the start of my eighth week, it feels like it's been a lot longer. A LOT longer.
I did pretty great this week, especially with the exercise. I took a ‘body blast’ class at the Y, went to the gym, took a karate class called ‘spirit training’ (kicking, punching and then a bunch of running and sweating) and of course I had my session with Trainer Lady. She cracks me up, that one.
We were talking about eating and how I seem to be struggling on the weekends. My family is still not quite used to all this ‘healthy eating’ business I have forced upon them and I cave more often than I should when they start campaigning for pizza. Upon hearing this, Trainer Lady gave me this advice –
“Well, if you do order pizza have just one piece, and then eat salad.”
Isn’t that adorable? She is just as cute as a button. Really, it was hard not to reach over and pinch her cheeks. She said it with such earnest too, like she believed not eating the pizza hadn’t ever occurred to me before. Healthy people who have a normal relationship with food really don’t understand why we (fat people) are overweight. Telling me to only eat one piece of pizza is like telling an alcoholic to just not drink so much or a gambling addict to only spend $20 at the casino. I know I shouldn’t eat it, but once I know it’s available I can’t think of anything else and end up pigging out. In fact, I need to change the subject right now because typing this is making me want pizza.
Did you ever hear the one about the priest and rabbi who walked into the bar? Yeah, me neither.
I’m going to increase my cardio this week and NO CHEATING in the food department. My children are just going to have to go to someone else’s house if they want to eat junk food. I bet the crazy neighbour lady with the grow-op in her living room has tons of munchies in her kitchen.
I’m doing just fine and I am proud of myself, but the once or twice a week I indulge is not doing me any favors. It showed on the scale this morning when I weighed in and the results were a big fat zero. I didn't loose an ounce this week. Damn.
I STILL have 49.5 pounds to go.