This is a snapshot of my St. Patrick's Day celebration. This may be my favorite holiday.
After eating a huge meal at TGIFriday's and drinking more than I should at the bar last night, one would think that I would limit my calorie intake today. Nope. I drank a pot of coffee and ate a leftover pizza slice for breakfast. Then I made a pot of potato soup (which was amazing) for lunch. I ate the soup for lunch and dinner, followed by a nice big helping of guilt. I started asking myself why do I put myself through this? Why can't I control my eating (and drinking) habits? Why am I basically a whale? Well, the truth is, I don't know. But, I'm going to try to fix it. I spoke with Matthew today and he reminded me that our 10 year high school reunion is next spring. So, I have a year to change this body. I mean, this isn't me. This is a shell. I want my outside to match my inside. That sounds gross, but I mean that my soul is so much more beautiful than my big ass (even though that's a VERY beautiful, big ass). I have spent the past 2 hours or so researching weight loss tips, diet recipes, and watching "Ruby" on Netflix to start my motivation. I'm ashamed to say this, but after making my plan to start a new life, I decided to have one last guilt trip to kind of 'get it out of my system'. So, off to McDonald's we went. Yes, all 5 of us loaded up in the truck. I was only going to take Steve but as I put his leash on, Bert started to whimper and said, "Mom! I want to go too!"... I said, "Fine." Then Kipper said, "Mom! If Bert gets to go, I want to go!" I said, "Oh no.. I can't take you too." Trevor said, "Oh come on, Mom! Let's all go!" I said, "Are you nuts?!" Then began the sad faces and whimpers from my two oldest boys. "Oh my lord. Fine, let's all go." I got them all leashed up and they practically dragged me out the front door and down the street. We got in the truck and off we went to McDonald's for our last indulgence. I ordered 4 plain cheeseburgers and a reese's mcflurry. The cheeseburgers were divided for my kids. 1/2 for Kipper, 1/2 for Trevor, 1/2 for Bert and 2 1/2 for Steve. To my delight, nobody got hurt and we all enjoyed our treats. But this is it. Time to make a change. I know fat people say that line all too often and follow it with failure and regret. I've said it many times, myself. But I'm ready. I'm going to do it. And you are going to get to read about it. Wish me luck. :)