Stuck

Still stuck at 12lbs. The scale hasn't moved in weeks. I'm tired of being stuck. I need some sort of bootcamp or a chef or a personal trainer to kick my ass. Maybe counting calories will be the next step. UGH...I'm just so fed up with being stuck.

Tell me walking is fun

After this great weekend of eating food that is incredibly bad for me, I have decided that for the next four days I must walk. I must walk after work. No excuses anymore. Thanks to Summer, the sun doesn't go away for a while so I think I am out of excuses. Alfred is home now so I can walk while he watches the kids. (That was another excuse btw, my husband not being home.) So I'm out of excuses. Sweat must become my best friend.

My newest goal. 10 more pounds before Sherri comes to LA.

Guilt

Where is there such a thing as GUILT? I had an amazing weekend with the kids and Alfred, spent most of the weekend at the Disneyland Resort but of course I decided to enjoy myself and now I'm sitting here, staring at my computer screen wondering why. Why did I decide to put that in my mouth? Why am I sitting here feeling so fucken guilty? I work hard during the week and splurge on the weekends. Maybe I should actually stay home one of these weekends and eat like I'm supposed to and not do much. Is that possible? Is it possible for me to stay home on the weekends? Ummmmmm maybe not. But I hate fucken GUILT.

Miles for May

Well, I've gotta find motivation wherever I can - and damn, 29.95 miles for May, that's pretty awesome (if I do say so myself). Now if the scale moves this week, I'll be on CLOUD 9!

Since January 1st 2010, I've "ellipticalled" (is that a word?) 185 miles :)