Curse the 3 M&M's that made their way into my hand and instantly into my mouth. I firmly believe this is how some people begin their trek into being moderately overweight. A handful of candy, a brownie that a co-worker made and says you have to try. The 14 co-workers birthday's that include cake, it would be rude if you didn't partake, the half eaten grilled cheese sandwich that your 4 year old doesn't finish. These are the things that take us down.
My 23 pounds came from things like that. It was deliberate. I don't consider myself a stress eater, I don't need food for comfort, I am a supportive eater, if you are happy, I celebrate with you. If you just got dumped by your boyfriend, I will bring over the Ben and Jerry's and have a pity party. Baby showers, birthdays, retirement parties. . . the list goes on. This is where my downfall comes. Supportive eating. Well no more. Forget your stinking ex-boyfriend, who cares that you got promoted or that it is girls night out. I am on a mission. I have exactly (wait while I count how many days until my birthday) 100 days. Wow that was well timed, I have 100 days to reshape this body into high school shape. Well lets not get ahead of ourselves, the C-section scars along with other surgery scars will remain, the crooked pinky toe that I broke walking past my dining room chairs will not magically correct itself back to high school shape. But for the most part, I am on track and moving forward.
Word of caution for those of you who know me. I will not be support eating with you for the next few months. Yes I am aware that you are having a baby, getting married and having a birthday party, I will smile and be my charming self just without the food.
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