Weight: x+15....sigh.
Have come to realize that I've entered the 5 stage of Being Fat.
Denial: Am not fat. Am big boned. Also, jeans have shrunk in the wash. Am not going to have to buy new clothes and/or wear fat jeans. Just need to add hour into daily schedule to properly "stretch" jeans prior to wearing them out in public.
Anger: How dare doctor say I need to lose weight! Maybe if weren't in LA where everyone is supposed to be a stick-insect, would not be considered obese. Doctor needs to take a look in the mirror!
Bargaining: Ok, let's be reasonable here. If I do a few lunges, maybe a couple crunches here and there, and promise not to eat ice cream sandwiches anymore, I should still be able to eat nutella with pretzels as dinner one night a week. That's fair, right?
Depression: Ugh. No one will ever love me. Might as well embrace it and dive into Party-sized Pretzel M&M bag.
Acceptance: Whoever said 'nothing tastes as good as being thin feels' must be allergic to chocolate. Chocolate will never let me down. Bring on the fat jeans.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Bridget off the wagon
As a result of lots of wanting to stab people, I thought it might be smart to go back to my original plan and ask myself WWBJD. Turns out, Bridget would turn to the bottle for comfort. That and Chaka Khan. Texted friend "Hey, you like to drink, right?" Answer was affirmative.
First (and last) drink choice: Margarita. Very, very nice. And none of that "skinny girl margarita." What the heck is the point? If I wanted something with no calories, I'd drink water, thank you. After so long, no one will be surprised to hear that one drink was enough to knock me over. I continued licking the salt off the rim past the point of there being any left.
*Math nerd moment - Last drink was over a year ago on birthday, which is the fifteenth day of the first month. Went exactly 15 months and 1 day. Reciprocal relationship with sobriety...I'm not going to read into that.
First (and last) drink choice: Margarita. Very, very nice. And none of that "skinny girl margarita." What the heck is the point? If I wanted something with no calories, I'd drink water, thank you. After so long, no one will be surprised to hear that one drink was enough to knock me over. I continued licking the salt off the rim past the point of there being any left.
*Math nerd moment - Last drink was over a year ago on birthday, which is the fifteenth day of the first month. Went exactly 15 months and 1 day. Reciprocal relationship with sobriety...I'm not going to read into that.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Weight: x+16. Wowza. Current goal is to enter weekend back at square one. Square one being x+15. I think that sounds fair.
Ugh, why do I always want to stab people with my heels? I'm wearing my cross necklace today which usually calms me down. Rubbing it today has effectively led to no homicides...yet. I'm thinking of shutting my door to the rude jerk that makes me want to stab him. It's totally ok in a work environment to say "hey, you can call me, email me, IM me, but you CANNOT come down and stand in my personal space yelling at me while eating a bagel I BOUGHT," am I right? I think I'm right.
In other news, did flirt, and it amounted to us both saying "you're cute" "you're cuter..." Progress, I think. No mention of non-existent skirt being off sick.
Ugh, why do I always want to stab people with my heels? I'm wearing my cross necklace today which usually calms me down. Rubbing it today has effectively led to no homicides...yet. I'm thinking of shutting my door to the rude jerk that makes me want to stab him. It's totally ok in a work environment to say "hey, you can call me, email me, IM me, but you CANNOT come down and stand in my personal space yelling at me while eating a bagel I BOUGHT," am I right? I think I'm right.
In other news, did flirt, and it amounted to us both saying "you're cute" "you're cuter..." Progress, I think. No mention of non-existent skirt being off sick.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Bridget on Working Late
Weight: Oh, give me a break already. Can't a girl eat? What am I supposed to do? Eat healthier things than going-away cake and whatever snacks happen to be lying around the office? Oh, right. Supposed to do those things. Does sound reasonable...hmm.
8pm on a Tuesday....was supposed to be at free screening of comedy movie, but instead, at work. Remembering how just two short weeks ago, was at work all hours of the day and night. One significant difference: Stephanie and Johnny Mac fed me there. I miss them! Where's my Chick-fil-a sandwich? I need my extra-hot mocha!
In other news, attempted very lame flirting technique (that is, not really flirting at all) that proved completely ineffectual. Am not talented in the ways of flirtation. I can only master being friendly. Oy, must channel inner-Bridget.
Extra hot mocha reference...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJGohLYC7kg
8pm on a Tuesday....was supposed to be at free screening of comedy movie, but instead, at work. Remembering how just two short weeks ago, was at work all hours of the day and night. One significant difference: Stephanie and Johnny Mac fed me there. I miss them! Where's my Chick-fil-a sandwich? I need my extra-hot mocha!
In other news, attempted very lame flirting technique (that is, not really flirting at all) that proved completely ineffectual. Am not talented in the ways of flirtation. I can only master being friendly. Oy, must channel inner-Bridget.
Extra hot mocha reference...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJGohLYC7kg
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Bridget Over-Analyzes
Just realized Set Crush was revealed on April Fool's Day. Am I an April Fool? Hmm. Bridget would agree, there is room to doubt. Let's think about it daily for the next 3 months and go back and forth between decisions, never accomplishing anything.
In other news, freedom of not weighing in gave me the confidence to fully eat my feelings today! Hooray! Thank you, Disney commissary, for having Haagen Daz mini-cups of one of my favorite flavors - Caramel Cone. I mean, had they been quarts, I would have eaten that too, but mini-cups...that hit the spot. Will stop eating my hair now.
I think Bridget says it best: "At times like this, continuing with one's life seems impossible, and eating the entire contents of one's fridge seems inevitable."
In other news, freedom of not weighing in gave me the confidence to fully eat my feelings today! Hooray! Thank you, Disney commissary, for having Haagen Daz mini-cups of one of my favorite flavors - Caramel Cone. I mean, had they been quarts, I would have eaten that too, but mini-cups...that hit the spot. Will stop eating my hair now.
I think Bridget says it best: "At times like this, continuing with one's life seems impossible, and eating the entire contents of one's fridge seems inevitable."
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