First week: I lost four and a half pounds. Second week: one pound. This week, my goal is to exercise every day. Today I was so resistant to the idea of exercising that I bit Tom's head off. He didn't know what he'd done wrong. He hadn't done anything wrong, except he went down to the vending machines twice to buy candy. The first time he ate it in the basement. The second time he brought up fruit gummies which I hate.
I'm sure he ate chocolate the first time.
I rode the exercise bike at ten o clock at night. Stupid stupid.
I've wasted more time in my life resisting the inevitable.
What do you resist?
My diet is great. I haven't cheated in three weeks. My key is to eat every two hours to keep my metabolism up, and the cravings at bay. Have fun.
ReplyDeleteDear Louise,
Carol Lynch Williams and company have organized a writing marathon through their Throwing Up Words blog for Thursday thru Sat. I, just one of their readers who loves to write, wonder if you'd like to surprise them (motivate me) with a comment or two.
What do I resist? Oh my, the list is loooooong. Story of my life.
ReplyDeleteIt is horrible being married to a man who can eat whatever he wants when you are on a diet.
I resist going down for the night even when I'm bone tired. I keep trying to finish one more thing before settling in for the night, and then one more thing and then one more thing.
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ReplyDeleteOh Louise I am at that carrot, celery don't you dare eat a candy bar around me phase too. That winter coat that looks like a sleeping bag will be coming off all too soon and what's underneath isn't pretty.
ReplyDeleteperhaps not what I resist..but what I desire..(to be in better shape)..just read talk online from Oaks (don't get conference on real time in Japan)..."Desires dictate our priorities, Priorities shape our choices, and choices determine our actions. It is our actions and desires that cause us to become something"..so I am desiring to stick with my meal replacement drink , so will try to make that a priority!
ReplyDeleteWriting. Bet you didn't see THAT coming . . .
ReplyDeleteLeaving my house.
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