I pulled the rope, twice

So its only been two days and that makes two days of pulling the rope.

Yesterday I was doing really good. Breakfast I had a bowl of cereal. Not the bad stuff, I had corn checks. So not the best but better than the sugary stuff. For lunch I had taco soup that my husband Sean made, which is actually really pretty healthy. Lots of vegetables  ground turkey, and pinto beans. It was super good. For dinner we ended up having Chinese. Again, not bad, but better than a fast food hamburger and fries. Then at 10 pm at night I decided I wanted to dye my hair and Sean and I went to the store. That's when the rope dropped from the ceiling and I just had to pull it. Sean grabbed himself some licorice and that meant I could get something for myself. And boy did I. I got me a hostess cupcake. Chocolate. SOOO good. SOOO what I should have walked away from!! Instead I bought it and enjoyed it

Today I had a waffle for breakfast. Not bad. But then I went out for a girls day out with my sisters, sister-in-law, and mom. For lunch, mom bought us a very cheesy pizza. 3 slices. I passed up dessert though....until I went to the wedding luncheon for Sean's cousin. They had pie. I wanted pie. And so I got the chocolate pudding cake with a scoop of ice cream drizzled with hot fudge.

This is my down fall. and I keep falling....and falling...and falling. (oh, and I also ate the second hostess cupcake that came in the pack of 2 I bought yesterday.)

Don't Pull The Rope

My 14 month old daughter loves the Doodlebops. This is the only show that she will actually watch. I let her watch it at night when she takes her nightly bottle while she winds down and gets ready for bed. If you don't know the Doodlebops, it is a children's band. There are three doodles; Deedee, Rooney, and Moe. In every episode, Moe, pictured above, sees a rope and wants to pull it. The others tell him not to pull the rope "Don't pull the Rope" but he can't help it. Every time he pulls the rope he gets water dumped on his head. Even though he knows this is most likely the result, he still has to do it.

So, what does this have to do with me. I feel like Moe. I know I shouldn't get the ice cream cone at Sonic, or I shouldn't buy a candy bar in line at the grocery store, and I certainly shouldn't have an otter pop late at night. I have this thing with sweets. I know they will only help keep me in this physical state. My weight loss goals are continually undermined by them. BUT, they are so tasty, and when I am down, I must eat them! And when I'm happy, I want to eat them too! Pretty much I have this urge for sweets, and even fatty foods like taco time crisp tacos. I could totally eat one right now!  This is probably my biggest challenge: what I eat. So, this is my new mantra  When I go to eat something I shouldn't, I'm going to yell (well, in my head, not out loud. That would be weird) "Don't pull the rope". Hopefully this will help me correlate getting water dumped on my head when I want to eat something I shouldn't.

In The Beginning

So here I am. Overweight. Embarrassed. Sad. Determined.

So here's a little about me. I am starting this blog as a sort of weight loss journal. A place where I can discuss my efforts, my speed bumps, and overall feelings. I haven't really told anyone about this blog (except the hubby, he knows) but I welcome any comments from anyone.

I'm 29 years old. The pictures above are from high school and college on the left, from a time when I was in really good shape, and happy with my body. The pictures on the right are from the last few years. I am currently at my heaviest. I know my weight gain started after my husband and I moved from Utah to Texas. I'll get into all that at a later post.

Today I am hopeful that I am ready to head in the right direction. My friend Becca just got engaged and asked me to be one of her bridesmaids. That gives me a year to lose the weight that I want before her wedding.

So here I am. Ready to try. Ready to succeed. Ready to take responsibility. And ready to change.