The Good, the Fat and the Hungry - Hear no evil, see no evil, eat no evil
Welcome to the Good, the Fat and the Hungry. I'm Karla and I have been -- or am -- all those things. Here, I will share with you my lifelong struggle with my weight and I hope you'll follow along on with my determined attempt to lose nearly 40 pounds. I promise to tell you every win and setback along the way every Tuesday and Friday.
I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore. Well, at least not eat it anymore. I just saw my nutritionist, Keri Glassman, and the word was, well, not good. I had a visitor from my past stop by. Yes, one pound that I'd kissed goodbye stopped to say hi. As unwelcome as this visit was, I guess I should be glad to see him, alone.
Pounds are like a gang. Once they move in, there goes the weighter-hood. They don't mow their grass and they park old cars on the front lawn. If one pound shows up, the rest of the gang is not far behind. Hence, I'm going to run, well, jog, as fast as I can in the opposite direction.
I promised you guys and my nutritionist Keri that I would be honest about my journey. When she and I looked at the scale and saw it -- that one pound -- she looked at me and asked if I had stuck to the plan. In response, I looked at her like I was five years old and said, "ummmm." Yes, Karla was at a loss for words. Truth be told (and it must be), I followed some of the plan. I did not journal, I did not prepare my food as I agreed to do, nor did I complete my meal plans. I'm just one big 196.3 pounts. Not this week. Ugh.
I could lay here aimlessly and look up at the moon and wait for the pounds to fall like shooting stars or I can get back on track and make them fall. I have been moved, maddened, and motivated by one silly little pound. Imagine that.
To that pound I say: "Your time is up and you gotta go. Thanks for stopping by but you won't be staying so don't even get comfortable. I know your Kryptonite and I am whipping up a batch as we speak -- four cups of exercise, seven ounces of journaling, a pint of desire and a heap of planning. Coming right up!
In the words of the guy who wrote the theme to the show The Wire: I gotta keep the devil wayyyy down in the hole.
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9-05-2008 @ 5:03PM
Maggie Vink said...
"Pounds are like a gang. Once they move in, there goes the weighter-hood."
This made me laugh out loud. Great post, Karla. You'll give that unwelcome visitor the boot in no time.
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9-05-2008 @ 7:02PM
Jim said...
Hi Karla, I have a top secret for you. I must ramble first! Forget what you hear and look into the calories of all the stuff you like, Then you will be amazed at what we think is nothing is actually adding up. Now weigh yourself everysinglestinkin day. Keeps you mentally in tune each day. Now if the scale goes up two pounds! it's cool you just polished off a gallon of water, right? Now eat what you want and chill, you know darn well when you binged! and when this happens remember to enjoy your love for the yummyness and climb back on the horse. go easy on garfing and remember that you are awsome and pretty in every way, break a swet with your work out at least 3 times a week and you will be rejuvinated big. when the 1 to 2 Lbs go away each week or two you stick to it and stop thinking about it so much.
9-06-2008 @ 5:30PM
Alisha said...
Your gonna get through this. This is all apart of weight loss. You live and you learn, you lose and you gain. Think about how much you have lost so far and how far you have come, Wow, you have a lot to be proud about. Remember, when your hormones start shifting, which they do for every woman, the pounds on the scale are going to be mean to you. Just stay on track despite the set up and maybe next week you will have made up for this week and then some. ;-)
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