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The crisis is over. I am completely over feeling sorry for myself that I can't have candy, or cupcakes, or ice cream! The truth is, I can! I can eat whatever I want. There are however, consequences to my actions. If I eat like a fat-ass, I will get a fat ass. Plain and simple.

I have decided to head down the road of "not-fat-ass-ed-ness." I read somewhere that an extra 500 calories a day will lead to gaining one pound a week. Yikes! That’s only a few pieces of fun sized Halloween Candy! (Don't worry, I didn't miss out on the chocolate festivities.) One the other hand, burning an extra 500 calories a day, will equal losing one pound a week. I’ll take that one please.

Continuing on with this lame road theme I've got going here, I am hoping to get to FiveToGo Street by the time Turkey Day is here. My original goal was ZeroToGo Lane by then but I seem to be running on fumes. Honk.

Donut

I ate one.

Help, Help Please

Can somebody out there help me please? PLEASE! I have been at this weight now for about 6 weeks. I feel like giving up. I suppose I am just not meant to be any skinnier? I can tell you one thing though, I am not going to work this hard and eat this way just to MAINTAIN. It's not fucking worth it. It just isn't.

Can someone out there please help me? Or I quit.

Sticky Scale

I am having an issue with my scale. It seems to be stuck! I feel like I'm shrinking, but scale says I'm not, so I am convinced it's stuck. That's it, it's the scale! I will talk nice to it tonight and tell it to relax and then maybe it will un-stick itself. Yeah.

Overboard

I have a tendency to go overboard. It's no secret that the reason I gained weight was by going overboard. And today, big surprise, I went overboard. These last few days I have been determined to eat only low carb foods, so today when someone in the office ordered pizza I thought to myself, "Great! I can just eat the cheese off the top and be A-OK!" I have done this many times before and done just fine. Not today!

Today I went overboard! I hurried into the break room so I could select the two largest pieces of the yummy garlic chicken (everyone's favorite) and scurried back into my office so I could scrape the cheese off my pizza in peace. As I threw the pizza bones in the trash I realized I was in no shape or form full, so figured I could go get one more piece! So I did. But I didn't stop there. Imagine my delight when I realized there was one more piece of the garlic chicken left! You know that feeling you get when you see only one of your very favorite thing, like you better snatch it up and scream, "I GOT IT, IT'S MINE!"? That is how I felt. So I ate that piece too, and laid the last pizza bone to rest in the trash. (I even covered up the bones with a bunch of papers so no one would find the evidence and think I was (gasp) a pig!)

It wasn't until I was finished consuming a brick of cheese that I realized that even though I was eating low carb, I probably just consumed a gazillion calories! I obsessed about it the rest of the day and decided that the only thing I could do to melt the cheese was to have an "Epic Workout"

Here is another instance of me going overboard today! I told Maya I wanted to do cardio for an hour, and holy crap is an hour long! Jumping jacks was not the best idea at a time like that. As the cheese rolled around in my stomach, I thought to myself, "Why do I always have to go OVERBOARD?"

The moral of this story is always give your cat a kiss.

Compliment?

Sans: "Babe, your butt is looking great."

ElevenToGo: "Thanks!"

Sans: "No I mean it, it looks tighter, and has that little curve, and like it has a lot less..."

ElevenToGo: "Go ahead and say it."

Sans: "Celluilite."

Something every woman wishes to hear. I think?

Ketosis Focus

I am on a mission. My main focus is to be able to pee on that little stick and have it glow bright purple so I can declare: "I am in Ketosis!" In other words, I want my body to be burning fat for fuel. In order to do that, all the glucose in my body needs to be used up so I can switch to burning those fat reserves that like to hang out around my belly and gossip about my ass.

When people decided to go on a mission, they usually have a plan. Let me tell you, I have a two pronged attack for this mission.

Prong #1: I have hired a babysitter. I recruited the rudest, nastiest "food commenter" to check up on what I am eating. These are very special circumstances because I usually tell my "food commenter" to keep his comments to himself. On this occasion however, I have instructed him to scrutinize everything I eat, and basically baby-sit my lips. Luckily, he will be fired again once the stick glows purple.

Prong #2: I have purchased my very own personal trainer. Her name is Maya and she lives in my X-Box! How crazy is that? She is my very own yoga/pilates/aerobics instructor who looks amazingly realistic (she has moles and everything!) I may even be slightly attracted to her. Well, no. Maya gives you a fitness test to find out how in shape you are, then finds out your workout goals, and customizes workouts for you in order to help you reach your goals. Your workout is constantly changing and re-focusing so you can gain strength, flexibility, and hopefully lose those El Bees. I am hoping to have a long term relationship with her! OohLaLa.

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