Am I having a stroke? Because my life is flashing before my eyes (and I smell burning hair...) Ah, those were some kinda good times. A lot has changed in just one small year. Some good stuff, some bad stuff and I now have metal in my foot. I tell you one thing that DIDN'T change though, and that's my weight. Bummer! I thought for sure I'd have made a significant dent in that 410er I started out with. Yet here she sits...typing...elipses. Oh well, no use crying over spilled buttercream frosting. Lick it up and let's move on...
To year two! Project Y2Trish starts today! Well, actually it started like a week ago, but for continuity's sake, let's just say today. You can play along at home too! Alls you gotta do is change the "Trish" part into your own name! Unless your name is Trish, in which case, skip that step and just move on to Phase 2.
Phase 1: Create a name. DONE!
Phase 2: Little to No Cake (after Blog Birthday Cake. Kiddingggggg.)
Phase 3: Stop whining about your RoboFoot and go back to Physical Therapy.
Phase 4: Eat less. A lot less. And better stuff too!
Phase 5: When you can walk again, do some of that.
Phase 6: Lose weight.
Phase 7: Don't give up IF you don't lose enough.
Phase 8: Stop your goddamn crying and lose some weight!
Phase 9: Get some jeans that fit.
Phase 10: Get some more jeans that are a smaller size and then make them fit too. Repeat until at goal weight.
Sounds pretty simple, right? Come on, you guyz, we can DO ITTTTTT! I already made turkey/veggie chili today so like, this week is pretty much on LOCK, son. I can't really weigh-in because trying to stand still on the scale with this foot is kinda impossible. I'll do it when I can though. Then we'll start making like charts and shit and make this all scientific and whatnot. Some Next Generation type shit, if you will.
Alright, I'm only gonna say this once: I'm giving you people permission to be hard on me. If you see me blog-whining about whatever and saying how I failed AGAIN and posting pictures of bad things I ate, YOU HAVE PERMISSION to give me that "tough love" shit that I HATE HATE HATE. I need help. There, I said it.
That being said, I also need to get back into therapy. Hopefully with someone who isn't some psycho drill sargent who thinks that if she sighs and talks louder, it'll get into my head somehow. If any of you are in the Vegas area and know a good therapist who deals with eating disorders and a WHOLE handful of other miscellaneous issues, I would gladly take a referral.
K guys...year 2 will be better. More blogging, less pounds.
P.S. Come back tomorrow for my Bloggy Birthday Giveaway! Don't forget!