Sometimes you just have to know when to turn the fucking tv off and appreciate life. I was so restless having spent most of the morning watching cooking shows, home reno shows, and drifting in and out of lazy sleep.
I did do the dishes, washed the bathroom, washed the kitchen, put away the clothes, and baked 4 muffins...all of which I ended up eating.
Oh yea and I cleaned all 4 fish bowls..they were happy.
So then I decided that I was going to end up doing NOTHING all day if I didn't get my ass off the couch. So I turned off the boob tube, lit a vanilla candle threw on a cd - Sounds From the Verve Hi-Fi (jazz/louge) and soaked in a hot bath. Was nice but then started falling asleep again. So gave myself a pedicure. After the bath I started putting nice Jojoba lotion on my legs which led me to inspect my legs...and my thighs..and become displeased with the celulite on my inner knees.
In a blah, unsatisfied mood with myself I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Thinking that I really have to start working hard and seriously on losing weight. It's been the one thing that I have always given a half-hearted try at and never fully succeded.
This is frustrating. If I really put myself in it at 100% and satisfy myself i'll go to extremes again, and end up going to the gym religiously and living off of SlimFast shakes and raw veggies. Which got me nowhere. Or the 'sensible eating' which I try to fit casually into my lifestyle, and end up watching cooking shows and get all excited and gun ho about it that I end up cooking a lavish meal with portions for about 2-3 people and end up eating it all myself, since I'm so pleased with the fruits of my labor.
There is no 'juste milieu' for myself and food. One of the reasons I don't adore living on my own...if I don't eat it, no one else will.
Alas so tomorrow (of course diets always start the next day - because i'm about to go to my parent's place for Sunday dinner) the plan is to go to the gym and actually kick myself to do fucking cardio. DO YOUR BLOODY GODDAMN CARDIO YOU LAZY GIRL!!! I need one of the trainers to grab me by the ear lift me off the weight training machines and drag me over to the eliptical machine and handcuff me to it for like 30 minutes.
That ain't gonna happen...so I have to get mad at myself enough, whip my own ass, discipline my inner child and tell her to smarten the fuck up. It's about time we set some rules down here - oh god...my parents words coming out of my mouth.. 
I did do the dishes, washed the bathroom, washed the kitchen, put away the clothes, and baked 4 muffins...all of which I ended up eating.
Oh yea and I cleaned all 4 fish bowls..they were happy.
So then I decided that I was going to end up doing NOTHING all day if I didn't get my ass off the couch. So I turned off the boob tube, lit a vanilla candle threw on a cd - Sounds From the Verve Hi-Fi (jazz/louge) and soaked in a hot bath. Was nice but then started falling asleep again. So gave myself a pedicure. After the bath I started putting nice Jojoba lotion on my legs which led me to inspect my legs...and my thighs..and become displeased with the celulite on my inner knees.
In a blah, unsatisfied mood with myself I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Thinking that I really have to start working hard and seriously on losing weight. It's been the one thing that I have always given a half-hearted try at and never fully succeded.
This is frustrating. If I really put myself in it at 100% and satisfy myself i'll go to extremes again, and end up going to the gym religiously and living off of SlimFast shakes and raw veggies. Which got me nowhere. Or the 'sensible eating' which I try to fit casually into my lifestyle, and end up watching cooking shows and get all excited and gun ho about it that I end up cooking a lavish meal with portions for about 2-3 people and end up eating it all myself, since I'm so pleased with the fruits of my labor.
There is no 'juste milieu' for myself and food. One of the reasons I don't adore living on my own...if I don't eat it, no one else will.
Alas so tomorrow (of course diets always start the next day - because i'm about to go to my parent's place for Sunday dinner) the plan is to go to the gym and actually kick myself to do fucking cardio. DO YOUR BLOODY GODDAMN CARDIO YOU LAZY GIRL!!! I need one of the trainers to grab me by the ear lift me off the weight training machines and drag me over to the eliptical machine and handcuff me to it for like 30 minutes.
That ain't gonna happen...so I have to get mad at myself enough, whip my own ass, discipline my inner child and tell her to smarten the fuck up. It's about time we set some rules down here - oh god...my parents words coming out of my mouth.. VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
I got no lease where I am right now and an understanding that I might have to leave spontaneously on a month's notice. So if you need a roommate, especially for some place plateau-ish, I'm interested ;-).