My Name is Kris and I Blah-g

I have to admit. Dieting sucks. Counting carbs sucks! Who was the jerk who thought of that!? I understand why Garfield always said “diet” is “DIE” with a “T”. There are times you feel like you’re dying. Not because I couldn’t have sweets but just because there are times when I find myself so hungry! But what I have learned is that I am not supposed to be hungry. If I get hungry, then it’s working. And when I get hungry I need to feed myself. I find that concept a little hard to accept still but I am trying. I am proud of myself because the other night I got the case of the munchies. I went downstairs and stared into the fridge waiting for something to pop out at me and say EAT ME! But the guilt was just too much. I shouldn’t be eating at this time of night but I was HUNGRY!! So I grabbed some apples and luckily that staved off the hunger. Yeah, I shouldn’t be eating that late at night and it probably shouldn’t have been something as sweet as an apple but hey, I didn’t grab the ice cream or the Zingers that were sitting on the counter. I think I am doing pretty darn good…So good in fact that this morning I discovered that I was 15 pounds down since I started this thing a month ago. FIFTEEN POUNDS!! Holy mackrel! I can’t believe it. Naturally I will weigh in again to make sure this isn’t a fluke. In my disbelief, I jumped on the scale a bit. I tried to weigh myself down and the needle didn’t budge. Well, what do ya know about that? Lowering your daily caloric intake and getting off your butt for a wee bit of exercise works! Who knew?! I still have a long way to go. But I am encouraged by the results so far. I know that at some point the weight loss will slow down. I can’t expect to lose 15 pounds every month although wouldn’t that be something? I look forward to when the loss amounts into major inches lost and my pants won’t stay up. Oh, how I long for that day. I have been walking at the mall every morning – 2 miles (yeah, I count it). And I walk by all these clothes stores and covet the tiny pairs of jeans that hang in their windows. Perhaps one day I will get to shop in a store that isn’t meant for fat girls and buy a normal size. But for now, my goal is to at least reach the lowest size available in the fat girl’s store. If I can reach that, I will be a happy camper!