SHE LIVES!

I'm a bit behind in updating my blog.

I am also a bit behind on getting healthy.

I have not made great strides in the quest to become a better, healthier me.  I am actually quite backslidden.  I've decided to give myself grace and not hate.  I'm so tempted to hate, but I'm not going there. 

But if I did decide to hate on myself a little, I would probably point out that it is midway through the month of October and I have lost a measly two pounds because I am not being consistent in my eating plan and I have no discipline when it comes to exercise.

It's a good thing I'm not going there.

So yes, although I am living, I'm not living abundantly right now (unless the abundance is measured in girth).  A new week approaches and I am resolved to do better...

or delete this blog.

Sweet Dreams are Made of These... This? What the heck are you singing Annie?

These or this - what say you?  Don't know what I'm talking about?  I'll tell you in a minute.

So the other night I had a dream.

What?  Did you just groan?  Yeah, I know how annoying it is to sit through a monologue of someone telling you how, during their quest for a full eight hours of ZZZZZs, they were throwing cheese at a clown named Slappy who kept yelling "She's the one who caused Global Warming!"

Just suffer a moment, will you?

I dreamed that I came across tables and tables of awesome vintage junk that had been cleaned out of an old house.  I wasn't sure if the things were set up for a yard sale (duh) or if they were going to be hauled off.  I went home and began changing into black clothes.  I was going to go back and take the fabulous green depression glass pitcher that I saw, just in case it was going to be thrown away.

In other words, I was wearing my 'robber' clothes and acting shifty.

Then I woke up having to pee (ah this post is just FULL of stuff you could care less about knowing) so I stumbled my way to the bathroom.

Now what's weird is when I fell back asleep, my mind resumed the dream, only this time, I was actually at the sale looking for the green depression glass items that I wanted.  When I found them, they were way overpriced and I couldn't afford the cost.

The End.

Not quite.

I analyzed the dream myself and it's obvious what it is about (besides the fact that I have an inner delinquent).  I am a private eater.  I like nothing more than to stay up and nosh at night after my family has gone to bed.  If anyone gets up and finds me snacking, I get really annoyed.  Sneaky eating has always been a problem for me from way back in my childhood.  When I fell asleep again only to realize I couldn't buy what I had initially had my eye on showed me that I can't afford to be covetous of food anymore.  My sneaky nocturnal behavior is just as wrong as stealing a piece of depression glass in the cover of night.

So yeah, it sounds like I am working 24/7 toward making positive changes in my life.

 Now... these or this?  You be the judge.

October's moment of truth... and some thoughts.

My weight this morning was 181.4 with a month's loss of 11.6 pounds (16.6 total). Here are the new "Headless Dieter" body shots...

I can only see a slight difference in the photos but there is a noticeable difference in the fit of my clothes.  I am solidly wearing a size 14 pants and XL to 1X shirt.  Double Xs are too baggy and have been relegated to a corner of my closet hence to be known as the "OLD Fat Clothes".... I am currently wearing the NEW Fat Clothes.

I think an almost 12 pound weight loss in a month is great but I know, with all my heart, I could do better in my pursuit of health.  I haven't incorporated exercise into my daily life yet although I have moved around a lot more this month.  I have made better food choices but the over powering urge to graze in the kitchen at night is still very much there.  Overall, my thoughts are, "I'm happy with my success but ready to make some more changes."

Have a wonderful weekend Y'all!