Throwing in the Weight Loss Towel
Typically, I do not like to discuss my fight with my weight. It's boring, overdone, and not really anybody's problem but mine. I am the one who selects what I will eat. I am the one who decides whether I will run, go to the gym, or sit on my ass and watch mindless television. It is my problem. Lately, I have become more frustrated with my weight "problem". For the last two weeks, Prof. H. and I have been making healthy meals, eating healthy snacks, and trying to run when it is not so cold that breathing in the cold air results in lungsicles. And yes, I realize two weeks is not enough time to see results but COME ON! Prof. H. has lost five pounds and counting since we started! Me? Barely a change on the crusty old scale.
I just have to keep plugging away. Maybe it will take me a month to lose 5 pounds. However, if Prof. H. keeps losing weight the way his is, I might have to crush him with my, em, girth.
I promise, no more weight talk. Unless it has to do with Finnegan's weight and me systematically starving him. By the way, does anyone else have a dog that loves broccoli, zucchini, and cauliflower? Finnegan waits in the kitchen for me to cut vegetables so he can get the scraps. So weird.