Yes and Hey That's Enough Now

So when I told myself to say yes more often, I didn’t actually mean yes to ice cream every night after dinner, or yes to those incredibly delicious gourmet chocolate chip cookies from the Hannaford (our local supermarket chain) bakery. Nor did I mean yes to Cheese Doodles or Cape Cod Kettle Cooked Mesquite BBQ chips (I don’t care that they have 40% reduced fat) or Annie’s Cheddar Bunnies or Butter Snap Pretzels.

But somehow (oh, I know how) they made it through the gates of No and I’ve got the tight pants and shirts to prove it. I don’t have a scale because I gave them up a while ago along with a few other things, so I’m not going to stress over numbers.

However…

It’s time for the NO gates to come together just a little bit. Denial doesn’t mean for ever, it just means, “hey, that’s enough for now!”

I’ve got to leave room to lose so I can have available “space” to fill come the winter holidays!

No more!  Just as soon as I finish the Cheddar Bunnies and Pretzels…

Rotund

Obese is what my ex used to call me. She'd read in a magazine how to measure your height and weight to determine your body mass and declared that I was obese. Apparently this is technically accurate. I'm certainly not a thin almost-fifty-year-old woman, but, at all of 5'3" I am short and likely getting shorter. In my humble estimation since I've never seen the "2" at the front of the three digits of the scale when I step on it, I'm okay - even though I am rotund.

Every time I've considered my weight a problem and sought to lose some of it, I've only gained it back, plus more. If I don't consider myself as having a weight problem and don't struggle with it, I at least stay about the same. I know what needs to be done. Since I’m pretty healthy all I need to do is stop eating as much and move more (using the work “exercise” would be like using the word “diet”).

It could be that simple...but food has aways been my reward.

I cannot seem to get passed that for long periods of time. For my 49^th birthday my gifts included a mouth watering fried food luncheon from Augusta’s premier take-out joint “Red Barn” from the girls at work, a delectable and highly anticipated meal at “Olive Garden” from my partner (referred to as DP for Domestic Partner) which included my favorite dessert tiramisu, and breakfast from my step-daughter at the "Maine Diner.” I won’t even go into all the treats I threw in the grocery cart because it was my birthday week.

Now that birthday week is over, my plan is to cut back on consumption and dance around the house more thanks to my new Loreena McKennitt CD “The Wind that Shakes the Barley” (thanks DP!!!).

Well, at least until Thanksgiving.