Oh, that's right, I said the F word. Everyone's always like, "No, you're not "FAAAAT", look at your long arms and you're so TALL!" and I'm like, yeah, I am 30 pounds heavier than before I had Benjamin, and I feel like garbage and I have one pair of pants that fits so nevermind.
Over a year ago, I started a weight loss program because I was asked to, but I just didn't have the time to commit to centre visits and weigh-ins and all that stuff. I'm more of a Solo Loser of Weight. I need to obsess and spend hours in magazines and make mistakes and not have to explain myself to someone who's weighing me because then I get "all like": don't tell ME I can't have a piece of cake at my friend's birthday party (because EVERY time I want cake, I am of COURSE at a friend's birthday party...)
Last Tuesday, after the gorging over the Thanksgiving weekend, I dedided that I've had it with feeling uncomfortable. I went online, and though I was pessimistic about finding anything helpful, I stumbled upon the Special K challenge, you know, the one you always see advertised on TV with the red-swim-suited girl eating Special K from a white bowl and looking all lean and serene, and you think it's a load of crap because diets don't work?
http://www.specialk.ca/en/Challenge
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPJpkgqLQ_M&NR=1
and...
are you ready for it?....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWUBIbsSB2c&feature=related
(Jo, if you're reading, that one's for you).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPJpkgqLQ_M&NR=1
and...
are you ready for it?....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWUBIbsSB2c&feature=related
(Jo, if you're reading, that one's for you).
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