Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Fat Chick vs. Food - Week Sixteen

Well, hello there. I've been a little MIA lately. My bad. You guys can all stop the letter writing campaign now, I'm back. Ha! Yeah, whatever.

We are now actually about half way through week sixteen, and I’m only getting around to posting now. Unfortunately, that is a pretty accurate representation of how last week went with the whole Fat Chick project. I’ve been trying to get around to exercising, but well….my car was broken for a few days, and then work got SUPER busy, and then my kids got all needy and wanted a mother, blah, blah, blah.

I’m having a problem with balance. My old job was boring and easy so I had all kinds of time to plan meals, research fitness ideas and take off early to go workout. Since I went and got myself a real job, I’ve actually had to work during the day. Can you imagine? Like, all day.

When I get home I have a whole bunch of kids maul me immediately and by the time I manage to shake 'em off all I want to do is watch some crappy television show and then go to bed. I’ve tried working out in the morning, but I just can’t do it. My body can't be forced to do anything other than stand underneath running water and ingest coffee before 8:00 am.

I’ve been pretty good with the food, but the taunting force of the Easter chocolate that I KNOW is in my house has broken me a few times. I gave it all to the Hubby to hide so I wouldn’t be tempted, but all that’s really done is provoke me to rip my house apart like some crazed crack addict who has misplaced her stash. Seriously, last night you would have assumed I had hosted The Who concert after party based on all the crap I had thrown around looking for that fucking chocolate rabbit.

So, what’s a Fat Chick to do? I’m not sure, actually. Cut what I’m eating way down and make peace with starvation? Exercise like a lunatic on the weekends? I honestly can’t quite come up with a real option right now, but one thing I know I’m not going to do is surrender.

I have lost weight in the past and I know how this goes. I inevitably get to a certain point and then surrender to it all. I let the Fat Chick win and then spend the next year gaining all my weight back. I’m not sure how to continue the momentum I have grown these past sixteen weeks, but I’m going to come up with something. I better come up with something.

I haven't lost any weight in ten days. I still have 36.5 pounds to go.