Fifty Pounds and Counting!

Did you know that I have lost 50 pounds in the past year? I betcha didn’t know that, now did you?

Yep.  I sure have. 

What is that, you say?  You didn’t think I had 50 pounds to lose???

Oh, well, it’s simple.  I just lost and gained the same 5 pounds 10 times.

Seriously. 

Now, granted, with my plethora of tummy troubles, I have weeks where I barely eat at all because it seems like everything I ingest makes my stomach hurt.  And then I have weeks where I stuff my face from dawn to dusk out of sheer boredom.  (Like this past week, for instance.)  So I suppose it shouldn’t mystify me that I find my weight fluctuating so much.

But it is getting really old to go into my closet and have to choose what I wear based on the current number on the scale rather than on what I really want to wear.

When my blogging buddy Beth started her May Day Weight Loss Challenge and her new blog, Tales From The Scales, I didn’t join because I was having a good week.  I had it all under control, or so I thought.  And really, there is nothing more annoying than a "skinny girl" complaining about her weight.  And I know that by most people’s standards, that’s what I am. 

But no matter how skinny you are, weight control is a CONSTANT battle, especially when the big 3-5 is looming.  And all I know is, if I don’t get my act together pretty soon, I’m gonna have to break into that box of post-partom clothes I have stashed in the attic, and I was hoping never to see or hear from that box again!

Oh how I wish I could learn how to "eat to live", not "live to eat".  Surely I’m not the only one who finds herself in a constant Battle of the Bulge.  Tell me I’m not alone.  Anyone?  Anyone??