Holy cow, I can't believe it's been so long since I last wrote in this blog. That being said, I think the first part of this blog should be about something that made me laugh. Laugh at myself that is.
Holiday weight. We all get it. It's the unavoidable Christmas present we seem to give to ourselves year after year after year. I think most of us would be better off if we just resigned to the fact that we will get this gift, the gift of extra warmth around the tummy and butt, the gift of a bit more of ourselves for others to love. Sure, we make false promises to ourselves before the season begins. "I won't eat things made from flour" "I'll be sure to drink lots of water before the xmas party, that way I'll be full and not be tempted to eat a 1/2 pound of cheese...within the first five minutes" "I will NOT make eye contact with the cookie tray". Well, lets face it, we lie to ourselves all of the time and we're really damn good at it. Because as soon as you enter temptation land, you seem to forget the promises made previously.
I am absolutely NO exception to the rule. Of course I made promises. Of course I broke them almost immediately. So that being said, I wasn't too surprised when my pants felt just a tad bit more snug than usual after all the festivities.
I'm currently packing up my loft (something I'll get into later) and I found my scale shoved under my dresser (the most logical place to keep a scale). I decided to weigh myself. I knew I had gained a few, but good golly! I didn't realize it was that much! I've pretty much have stayed the same weight since grade 10, I may go up slightly, I may go down slightly. So I was completely surprised when the number staring back at me said 134 lbs. I sighed, I gave myself the lecture then spent the next month eating well, running and drinking less alcohol (ok, maybe not less alcohol but it sounds better adding that).
I didn't weigh myself everyday, but every other day. After about a month I was starting to get annoyed that the scale wasn't really doing anything. Wasn't going up, wasn't really going down. Maybe a pound or two here or there. That was until this last time I weighed myself. I dragged it out from under the dresser (yes, I shoved it back under there for, safe keeping?) and weighed myself. And there, 132 lbs was staring back up at me. I stepped off the scale in annoyance and watched the dial giggle back in forth until it finally stopped.....not on zero.... but on ten. Yes, I had the scale set to 10 lbs, not zero like most people. I dialed it to zero and stepped back on and BOOM! I was 122 lbs. I laughed at myself for a good ten minutes then was super proud of me for "cleaning up my act" because just like that, I lost 10 lbs. :)
Now on to something else, something important. Dog dreams. My dog dreams like no other dog on the planet. She runs, snarls, whines, barks, wags here tail...just about anything she does while awake. Normally I don't mind this except it's kind of annoying at 3am and she's sleep barking. At first I think someone has broken in and this is it, my time, my time to fight like a ninja and if I fail, to embrace what the universe has in store for me. Then I realize that she's just sleep barking. Barking, wagging her tail, and she's sound asleep. Now I will spend the next hour or so, wide awake replaying in my head my awesome ninja moves against the would-be-killer. Oh, I always win :)
Hopefully the next entry won't take me six months. Later.
