Week Twenty-One: Happy Turkey!

Did everyone pig out today? I know I did. It was shameful…utterly shameful. But, I enjoyed every delightful morsel! And I’m not going to feel guilty in the least.

This week I probably should have posted some flowery, upbeat prose on successful dieting during the holidays…yadda, yadda, yadda. For those of you with that kind of willpower, I bow at your feet. For me, it’s a load of bunk. Thanksgiving comes only once a year and, honestly, totally blowing this weekend was in my plan from the beginning. So, whatever damage has been done is done, and I’ll deal with the fallout next week.

I realize I’ve pegged the needle on the Lazymeter where posting is concerned. But, honestly, there has been no real news to share; good news, that is. Then I got to feeling guilty because it seemed I was only posting when I made progress, which wasn’t what this whole deal was supposed to be about. It was supposed to be about the ups AND downs, not just the ups. Truthfully, the fact is that my progress is still pretty much in a holding pattern, mostly due to my recent inability to say no to foods that aren’t good for me. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t had snack/junk foods in so long or what, but lately I have been answering the siren’s call from the chips and crackers and such. Not that I’m eating half a bag of chips at one sitting or anything…just a handful here and there, or maybe a few Triscuits or a brownie. The guilt afterward has been horrible, but apparently not horrible enough to get me to stop. Ack!

As a result, I’ve only lost less than a pound since my last posting, and there’s only 5 weeks left to get the last 10 pounds gone!

Can she do it?!?

I’ve promised myself I’m going to be diligent about posting each week until my time is up. Will it be good news, or bad news? Guess you’ll have to tune in and find out!

Until next week, I hope you enjoy what’s left of the long holiday weekend. And before you go to bed tonight, take a moment to think about what you’re thankful for this year and send a little prayer of gratitude to the Big Man upstairs.