Middle-age Spread is NOT a Condiment!

I weighed myself yesterday. I'm not sure if I was feeling lucky, or brave. One thing's for sure, nothing wakes you up quicker than stepping on the scale. Not even coffee. I have a measly 9 lbs. to lose and I am obsessed with losing these monuments to my overindulgence. This is weight left over from when I had my daughter over 11 years ago. Or perhaps I lost that weight and these are different pounds now. Who knows. I just know these pounds have taken root and simply refuse to leave my body. They seem to have congregated around my waist, hips and thighs. A perfect example of what is called "The Middle-age Spread". They like to jiggle when I walk and stick out when I zipper my pants as if to say "Hi! Remember that dessert you ate? You just couldn't say no to that chocolate cake could you?" A constant reminder of my over indulgence in one kind of 'bad' food or another. I have given up eating potato chips (my absolute favorite snack), cake, pies, M&M's, and everything else that made life bearable. And still they won't leave. They are the most stubborn 9 lbs. to ever exist.

One morning I actually caught myself talking to these unwanted hangers-on. "Why don't you just leave? What do I have to do to make you understand that I can't stand you and want you gone." Just my luck my husband overheard me, "Who are you talking to, Vick?" I stood there feeling like an idiot for talking to the fat pockets on my body. Then I realized he probably thought I was talking to him. "No one - I'm just being weird and talking to the flab on my body," I tell him. "Flab! What flab? You're crazy - you don't have any flab." I smiled thinking to myself, "I trained him so well."

So, anyway, after weighing myself I felt like a fat slob all day. I even wore one of my "fat outfits" because I wanted to have room for it to spread out I guess. I didn't feel like eating dinner - as if that would help. Skipping that one meal will really make a difference and I will miraculously lose the pounds.