Monday, March 30, 2009

Shoes never look cute in Size 10.

Alright, so last week sucked. But it's over. So let's move on, shall we?

I'm eating some blackberries. But they smell weird. Like...metal? I can't figure out if it's the berries or my hands. So I Purelled (verb) my hands and I still smell it. Whatever. I figure with all the junk I put in my body this weekend, a few metallic berries can't hurt. That would be a shitty way to go. Eating berries. OH SWEET IRONY! (iron...metal...don't read too much into this.)

The weekend was lazy and depressing. I ate a lot of junk and really only left the apartment to drop Jeff off at work and buy fried foods and Slurpees. I realize now that I only have one month left before we move. Which is great and awful. Great because I get outta my current shitty apartment. Awful because moving is such a pain in the ass especially if you are lazy, and in case any of you don't know me well enough to know this yet, I am lazy. So yeah, I gotta get on that. Like...nowish.

Sometimes when I'm at work hating life, I think "man, I really wish I could go home and start packing. I have so much to do!" Then I do finally get home and all I end up doing is watching reality TV all nite. Oh well. I have a plan to tackle the ever-growing pile of "clothes-that-don't-fit-anymore" in the corner of the room. It's grown to be quite monumental since Jeff started pitching into it too. I think the whole thing's just going to Goodwill. It's not the smartest idea, but it does work on the "I.don't.want.to.sort.this.shit.out." level, so yeah.

Jeff said he wants to start walking again at night. So I bought some new sneakers this weekend. My Converse have a big hole on the bottom and they're probably not the best for exercising anyway. We'll see how this all works out.

I'm teetering on a very thin line here because my birthday is in a couple weeks and I'm trying really hard to NOT give myself permission to wait until after my birthday to start dieting. I mean, two weeks is two weeks, and that's 14 days of either progress or bullshit. Plus, I don't wanna go all hog wild just because it's my birthday. I need to learn to celebrate conservatively. So I wanna head into that stupid Birthday/Easter weekend with the right kind of positive momentum and not eat like a whole cake and a crate of Cadbury Eggs. Wish me luck!

13 comments:

Losing Waist! said...

I hope you start right this minute! I know that I spent years with the "I will start on Monday" mentality. I have to fight that all the time... because when I mess up I want to continue until a new start date (tomorrow, Monday, after my next weigh in...). I learned something from a fellow fat friend- you have to start now, all the time. If you eat shit for breakfast, lunch is the new start. If you screw up at 6pm... 601pm is when you keep going!

I went through my followers and realized I missed signing up to follow you! I am sad! But now I can read along with your adventures and struggles!

Dina said...

Luck! And good luck packing, I hate moving with a passion. Where are you moving again?

Converse SUCK to exercise in. I used to only wear Chucks like awhile ago (note-I'm pointing out how I'm more grown up than you lol) then I saw some guy on TV bend one in half and say "how can this begin to support your foot?". Word! So, I've now moved on up to more adult shoes, like DC. lol. They're comfy though. And while they don't look as cute in a size 10 (which I wear too FYI, awesome having Ronald McDonald shoes isn't it), they're still cool. An added plus is the bottom is all slick like, so I about wipe out on the Michigan ice 10 times more. Score!

twinkelydots said...

Hey! I wear a size 10 shoe, too!

And I don't care that they're huge. I just love shoes.

As for moving: Get that pile outta there! Bag it up & drop it off tomorrow morning on your way to work.

Set the timer for 20 mins. Put on music. NOT THE TV! Pick a drawer & pack.

You'll be surprised at what you can get done in 20 mins.

Seriously. Sweet.

Pam said...

I've had a size 11 foot since I was 11 years old, so chances are even if I lose weight, my sasquatch foot size will never go down.
Get rid of those clothes! Bag 'em and dump 'em at Goodwill. I do that on a regular basis. My husband has tons of clothes that he has kept since 1981! He keeps thinking he might fit into them someday. I just want to sell them on ebay since they're back in style now.
And don't wait for your birthday to start eating better!!!! I did that every year and now I'm 48 and kicking myself in the butt that I didn't do it when it was "easy." No kidding. You do NOT want to wait any longer because the weight only gets harder to take off. I've come to the conclusion that my body wants to stay fat. I see young women on WW peeling off 3 to 7 lbs. a week and I'm lucky if I lose 1 to 2 lbs. a week...and that's staying completely on program. Being old sucks.
Start walking. My husband drags my butt to walk too...I hate exercise but I go walking a few times a week. If me and the husband get a good conversation going when we walk, the time goes really fast. And I agree with what twinkelydots says. Bypass the TV, blast the tunes and get to packing. You'll be exercising and getting something accomplished at the same time. And know what? You'll feel pretty good when you get a good dent in that packing done.

Lyn said...

Good luck! Even a few small changes until your birthday would help you feel better, so try not to stress out over trying to "diet" and change your whole lifestyle at once!

wildfluffysheep said...

Last week DID suck. Hell yeah to moving on!

Packing sucks. I'm moving in two months. I only have one room of crap to pack though so just a little effort. TwinkleyDots has such a great idea with the timer thing... I may use for general tidying!

~TMcGee~ said...

Looks like you got a load of great advice up there. :-) I hope you can get some packing done this week, if lived near, I'd volunteer. I love to organize and pack things up...yes, I have issues. :-)

~ugly girl with a beautiful heart~ said...

Good luck!

Michelle said...

You can do this! Take those clothes to Goodwill asap, because then you won't be able to fall back on them. I believe in you!

Camevil said...

I love, love, love Slurpees. Wild Cherry. mmmmm

And I HATE, HATE, HATE moving. The smell of boxes and the sound of packing tape coming off the roll has been known to give me violent flashbacks.

Funny, my birthday is in a couple weeks. We're heading into dangerous territory, girlfriend.

HopeFool said...

I hate moving too. I made my husband swear that the next time we have to move we'll hire people to do it for us. I'd still have to pack though - ugh.

I wear a size 11 shoe, so don't cry to me about 10's! When I was in 5th grade, the guys at the shoe store joked with my mom about how she should just buy shoe boxes for me to wear.

Chews to Lose said...

Great blog - found you by way of Kristine @ A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss, hope you don't mind. I've gone through some of your older posts you're a crack up. Great reading!

I'm a size 10 in some shoes too - sucks sometimes!

Have fun packing and moving.

twinkelydots said...

moving up.

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