I look at my kids sometimes and just cry. They are by far the most beautiful creatures, I just get filled with so much joy that they are mine…. and it’s in those times that I’m most motivated to get my fat ass in gear and get rid of this weight that I’ve been adding on to my frame for the past 27 years! I can’t imagine dying young and leaving my kids while they are so young! It drives me nuts sometimes that I can’t lose weight any faster. And, it drives me nuts that, though for the most part, I’m eating pretty well - there’s still a thread of the fat-loving, sugar-craving Julie that’s hanging on for dear life. I compare that Julie to an obese sumo wrestler type…and the new “healthy” Julie, I compare to a twig…. so the twig runs from the sumo wrestler when the sumo comes along…. We don’t typically keep junk food in the house anymore. We do still have our game nights, where we allow ourselves to splurge - but I think I’m going to cut out the food from our game nights all together. I think it does more harm than good. I have, however, tried to make more WW Point Friendly stuff the last couple of game nights.
I can tell that TOM is getting closer. Everyday I get a little more sensitive and a little more cranky and a little more hungry!!!! It’s been a daily struggle to keep OP the past couple of days, because I feel like grazing all day long. And, I typically don’t have that much of a problem with it. I just want to step on the scale and see this lard-carrying body be under 220 pounds!!!! I fluctuate between 221 and 225 and I just can’t seem to BUDGE. I walk freaking 6 miles a day (not just strolling….. we walk to the beat of “Sexy Back”) - and I do weight training stuff… I’m sticking to my WW points perfectly - and I have yet to see the fruits of my labors…. I lost 3 pounds the last time I weighed in (a couple of weeks ago) - and I haven’t weighed in this week due to knowing that TOM is around… but, I have stepped on the scale and I’m not happy with what I see. I hoping it’s just “the bloat” - because I could really use a pick me up, like seeing 219 on the scale. I can’t even remember the last time I was at 219. I know I weighed 195 when I was 17 (10 freaking years ago). I told my husband I will probably cry when I get down to 195, knowing that it’s been 10 years since I’ve seen that number, and even then 195 is considered obese!!!! OYE! SO, here’s praying that once TOM gets started, the bloat will go away and I will be in the two-teens!!!!!!!!!!!
For now, I’m gonna get off of here… thank God there is no double fudge chocolate brownies around here to drown my sorrow in…. 
Lady J
