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Last night's t.v. time was a complete delight.

Sigh.

I so needed that, especially when I realized this afternoon that sitting on the toilet was the highlight of the day because a) I was home; b) It was quiet; c) I didn't have to think about anything at all.

Sigh.

I caught a glimpse of my ever-expanding waistline in the mirror last night, and it dawned on me that I have to stop this trend. In the last 18 months I've managed to gain back the 40 pounds I lost 2 years ago.

This summer I joined a local gym, and we were going fairly regularly. I bring my gym clothes with me each day with the hopes of stopping by on the way home. I just can't seem to get into a routine.

I know that once I have an exercise routine down, the weight will come off fairly easily. That seems to be the trick for me. I can eat a diet of lettuce or ice cream and see the same results, but some time of the treadmill works wonders.

If I can ever get there.

My back seat is still stocked with this week's clothes. From Monday. We just had one of those weeks when something came up at the last minute or I was drop dead tired. Lest you think I'm just making excuses, I offer up my left thumb nail as proof. It is still splotched with the dark purple nail polishes I tried out before my pedicure last week. I haven't had time to even scrape it off with the edge of a dime.

I know I need this, but like every other woman on the planet, I can't seem to say, "HEY! I NEED THIS FOR MYSELF!"

What is it with those blasted X chromosomes?
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Christy said…
Yeah. I have some of those chromosomes too. I'm feelin' ya.
Also feelin' the unplanned expansion. Must. Stop. Eatingcrap.
4:42 PM
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