Did you hear that?! That was the sound of me....falling hard off the weight loss lifestyle wagon...again. Let's see, that's how many times? No, let's not count 'em, too dismal, too depressing a number. What's in my favor is that I do eventually climb back on. Sustaining the momentum is the tricky part for me.
I know this sounds totally wacko but it's like there are two women living in my brain.
One savvy gal totally gets it: can quote nutritional info right and left, can assess a proper portion size with the same savvy as sniffing out a fake Chanel handbag, has a heart monitor, has a fitness routine created by a personal trainer, can fill out a daily food log like nobody's business. That gal has her own section of my closet filled with lovely form-fitting clothes that hug her toned body.
Oh, but it's that other gal who is the total bad influence. You know, the kind your Mom told you to stay away from. This gal is a food and fitness slob. She'll down a whole bag of gumdrops and have the nerve to feel virtuous since they are fat-free! She piles on the extra cheese on an extra cheese pizza and takes delight on getting lots of calcium that day. She muffles the shouts of savvy gal with oversize shirts and elastic weight pants. Her voice is the siren song of wicked indulgence, and when she sings, I sing with her and sit on top of savvy gal so we won't hear her shrieks of portion control, too much fat, watch out for the sugar!
Please please tell me, dear friends. Is there an army of evil, wicked chubby bunny twins out there?
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