So, here we are again.
Me and my extra 30 pounds which is now really 40 pounds because apparently the 40’s don’t even play.
I have lost this weight and gained it back at least a half dozen times now. The frustrating part is that as I’m gaining it back I think, “Oh, no biggie. I’ll just lose it again. It’s not that hard.”
Frankly, I just haven’t felt like doing the work. What’s an extra couple dozen pounds?
I’ll tell you what it is.
And it might as well be 100 pounds, because as soon as I get the scale to move in my favor just a smidge I’m going to want to reward myself with cake.
I’m southern. You haven’t really lived a full day if there isn’t cake involved.
So, let’s just start at the beginning.
I’m Traci. I am an emotional eater. What I mean by that is that when I feel an emotion, that is a cue to eat. Happy? CAKE! Sad? Pie. Tired? Grilled cheese. Mad? Mexican food.
You know how it goes.
And the next thing you know you’re trading in your Lululemon’s for Spanx, and every time you take a step the waist band rolls down.
Yeah. I know you. You’re me.
So. Let’s just stop it.
Here’s me. Today is October 1. In 31 days I’ll be a smaller version of myself. Specifically, I’ll be 20 pounds less of myself.
I know that’s the case because I have a solid plan that is healthy, and I have decided that I can control what I put in my mouth…
Even if I get mad and want to go face down in a bowl of queso.
You can too make that decision too.
You want to join me?
I’ll be here blogging about what I’m eating, what I’m not eating, how I’m exercising, and how I’m managing all the feelings that come with doing something hard.
Are you in?
Let’s get started.