
It's a peanut-buttery, marshmallowy, chocolately confection that was available at our youth supper last night. Yes, I ate one...or at least part of one. Life is too short not to taste the good stuff. I made a decision yesterday to not count calories, points, fat grams, carbs, proteins, etc. I'm tired of that...it's hard enough for me to balance my bank account, much less balance a diet account. While the two accounts (bank & diet) run on the same theory (the more you put in the bigger it gets) it doesn't mean I should spend thirty minutes everyday figuring out how much the PB-MC confection cost me. I waddled to the car after our devotional last night. Do you know the waddle?
I despise getting dressed. If you are overweight you understand. It's not that it is hard...it's just uncomfortable. Here's the problem...I have no waist-line. I suffer from Dunlop Disease...where my belly Dun-lopped over my belt. If I pull my pants up over my belly it is uncomfortable, awkward, and would require a much larger pair of jeans. So I sag and waddle. The waddle is my form of transportation. The waddle is a choreographed move that keeps my pants up while walking. It requires a slight twist of the hips to pull it off. I am a pro at the waddle. Running is out of the question because the moon is only suppose to show at night.
Just watch someone today that is overweight...if they have pants on...they will waddle. The waddle is as awkward and embarrassing to me as Olympic speed walkers are to athletes.
I did good yesterday. I had a turkey burger (ground turkey patty) with all the fixing's for lunch. I didn't eat chips, but did have a Diet Coke. Last night I had a small baked potato with sour cream, cheese and salsa. I wanted another one so bad, but I resisted. I drank another Diet Coke. I know Cokes are not good. They have a lot of sodium, and don't help to hydrate. I'll try for one a day.
Please understand that I am not depressed. I am an outgoing, very busy and a happy husband and father. I am not lazy. I work hard and enjoy my busy days. The problem is I wake up between 5:45 and 6:15 and try to go to bed around 10. In between those 14 hours I am a busy man, always working, never exercising. I've tried the gym, I've tried walking, jogging, etc. I just don't like it. I don't want to do it. Yes! OK! I know it's best for me. Yes! OK! I know I feel better after I do it.
I started off today with two of Mickey's ears for breakfast (we have a Mickey Mouse Waffle Iron) and a couple pieces of turkey-bacon...so tomorrow's blog about today may be painful...I think I'll call it "2000 Parts - The Invention of Breakfast". I still don't want to tell you how much I weigh...maybe tomorrow.
up your fiber and protein and being hungry won't be quiet as bad...sorry it's a struggle...wish there was a magic cure. No matter what size you are, it's hard to try to be healthy! I am enjoying reading this though! Good therapy for you and interesting for me.
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