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.
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??