On the wagon, then off again, then on…sort of

I posted a while ago with some silly talk about losing a butt load of weight in time for a trip to Mexico.  Did I mention that this blog is all satire and humour?  I was purely joshing?  I actually intended to gain weight?  Oh, I didn’t?  Shit.

Well, I actually meant it.  I did try.  Really, I did.  I was on a clean eating diet for about 2 weeks.  A bit more actually.  I went all South Beach and cleans-y on my ass.  I was working out at least 5 times a week.  It was even starting to work.  My chiropractor, upon grabbing my shoulders to release some car-accident pain, told me I felt ‘muscly’.  My pants didn’t squeeze me like an angry waist-python.  I was less bloated.  So, why did I stop?

I got lazy, tired and bored.  I wanted to eat something sweet and salty, preferably all in one (or twenty) bites.  My willpower lost batteries and died a horrible, ice cream induced death.

I am going to try again.  I am going to put down the leftover Valentines heart-shaped cookies I lovingly made with my daughter and go for a run.  Tomorrow.  Or the day after that.  For reals.

I will let you know how it goes.  Can I still lose 10 lbs before the last week of March?