sinking feeling

I hate to admit that somehow I had let myself go...plump. I guess, I was resigned given the fact that there are no skinny women in my family.

I'd say to myself I'd compensate with a pretty smile--floss daily, brush regularly. Those are much easier than eating right and exercising.

Maybe, I am secretly hoping for a miracle formula. Nope, no pills please. I was maybe hoping that the South Beach, Atkins or Grapefruit diet will work and then I don't have to think of my hips anymore. While these diets work, they are for me, unsustainable.

I love carbs! What can I do? Although I am not a big rice eater, I love bread and pasta :)

I also don't enjoy talking about dieting--because it makes me feel like an idiot. Only because I know what should be done, but somehow look the other way for other options.

I'd always say, it is only complicated if you don't want to do what you have to, usually in a romantic relationship context though. Never this way.

I wish I could end this blog entry with a TODAY IS THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGES....

But I can't. Because I'm not sure.

weigh in

My brother just bought a weighing scale. He says he feels as though the thing is not calibrated because he seems too heavy. My sister in law, on the other hand felt that the weight displaying for her seems too light.

We all agreed that it probably was accurate.

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My brother asked me how much I weighed.

I told him.

He asks me, Where you wearing clothes and carrying your handbag when you weighed in? Laptop?

Great.