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I probably lost at least a pound today running around all of Atlanta stalking every Wal-Mart, Target, and game store for a Wii. As you may have guessed by now, I was unsuccessful in my efforts to win one in all of the online contests and twitter parties I have attended over the past few weeks. So I had to join the hordes of people hunting them down. The Fat Pants of course considered this a futile chase. They were ever so confident that a Wii would never be found and I would (as with most of my weight loss efforts) give up.
Apparently word of my frantic search spread to The Feds and they got word to me to call a specific Wal-Mart to check their Wii delivery status. Of course they already knew that a truck had pulled up just as I was dialing the number. The pleasant clerk assured me over the phone that a Wii would be mine for the taking as soon as I step foot in the door!
I am now the proud owner of a Wii…a weapon of mass destruction against The Fat Pants! For the first time, I am really seeing some worry coming from them. You see…the Wii is FUN…it hardly seems like exercise at all…which will make me more inclined to do it. The Fat Pants are well aware of this! I finally have some heavy amo!
They thought two holiday dinners just a month a part was going to break me! They thought that keeping me running at full speed and not having time to cook for the last two weeks was going to bring me down! 2009 is mine, Fat Pants! GAME ON!
You know what? That Jessica Knows is something else! I am glad to call her a bloggy buddy! I am currently following her 15 Days of New Years Resolutions (determined not to miss the boat like I did with her 15 Days of Marketing last month) and today’s post for Day 4 is all about Fighting the Frump!
As most of you know, I am on a mission to annihilate my fat pants from the face of the earth. But what Jessica reminded me…reminds all of us that it is so much more than losing weight. It is gaining back your mojo…your self-confidence…your inner diva! Weight gain has certainly sucked the sexy mama out of me! Not only that, the life of a WAHM/SAHM Blogger…at least for me is an indoor no need to get dressed profession. I feel the need to change my thinking and attitude about all of it! So instead of just focusing on ridding myself of extra pounds, I need to also un-frump! Let’s face it…those who know me… I am totally frumped out and it is not a pretty sight!
So thanks, Jessica! Thanks for giving me some new perspective today and a new and better weight loss goal!
I participated in my first Twitter party this week! If you have ever participated in one you know that you can have a hangover from a virtual party! You will wake up with a headache…not from drinking…unless you happened to be drinking…but from your eyes working overtime to keep up with the rolling conversations! It was madding! Yet, lots of fun!
The WiiFit Mommiis had a Twitter party where they were giving away lots of prizes including a WiiFit! Well, I didn’t win that night, but I am still on a mission! I learned a lot about this game and, ya know…if I had one, I would SO use it! Hula hooping, yoga, boxing…more like playing around instead of real exercise! And you can track your progress! It is a real home gym!
I have found a new contest over at my (hopefully) new bloggy/twitter buddy the Los Angelista! She’s got a contest to win a WiiFit too! I am actually combing the Internet for WiiFit contests! If you know of any, shoot them my way!
The Fat Pants aren’t too confident. I understand why. This is not the first time I have tried to throw myself into a new form of exercise. But what I do know about myself is that I respond to FUN! Exercise masquerading as FUN works every time!
If anyone out there wants to assist in my effort to obtain a Wii…feel Frii!
I am ever so close to being under 200 pounds. Just one pound to go. But last week I had the most significant triumph…the one thing that absolutely proves I am getting smaller…the one form of measurement that trumps any scale or sagging jeans.
I have not been able to wear my wedding ring since I was about 6 months pregnant with Jackson (who is now fast approaching 19 months). Last week, I slipped it on my finger…yes..slipped it on…effortlessly and was able to slip it right off again. I did it about 10 times…on and off…on and off… tears definitly in my eyes…rage in the eyes of The Fat Pants…
I have been wearing my ring ever since. It is not cutting off my circulation. I do test it throughout the day to make sure I can still remove it with ease. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I could not be prouder!
I just had to let you know that today I was able to take off my jeans without unbuttoning or unzipping them! Take that, Fat Pants!
I just received a new message from The Great Urban Race listing the dates for the 2009 challenge. April 18, 2008 is a magic date for me. It will be my date for redemption and this time I will be ready! Big Sis will only be a representation of birth order not appearance! Do you hear the Rocky music in the background swelling to a creshendo? I do. The challege calls! I will answer!
It’s Thanksgiving and I have decided to weigh myself. Am I weighing myself to see how much I can eat or how I am going to have to starve myself? One may never know. Nevertheless… I step on the scale. Who should be looking over my shoulder? You know who. They’re eyes as wide as mine to see that I am one and one half pound from being below 200. On Thanksgiving no less! A sick and twisted irony this is. To eat or not to eat… better yet…what to eat… that is the question…
Those pesky Fat Pants are always up to something! Anything they can do to get a rise out of me, they’ll do. No wonder they have been playing it so cool about my weight loss. They have been tricking me all along. I haven’t been losing any weight… it’s all just being transferred to my boobs! Why else would they be getting bigger while my waist, stomach, and thighs get smaller? I mean… I have been going crazy trying to figure out why my bras are suddenly shrinking and my XXL shirts are fitting like Mediums.
This is not the first time this cruel joke has been played on me. I was not able to breast feed either of my children. Imagine my surprise when these boobs grew to astronomical sizes both times and both times were totally empty! Let’s face it… the “girls” are being bankrolled by the Fat Pants! Traitors! They are the the first I gain it and the last place I loose it.
If any other Fat Pants slayers out there have a suggestion on how I can deflate these balloons without going under the knife again (yes…a story for another time), I would love to hear it!
I have lost two more pounds and for the first time in probably a year, I need a belt to hold up my pants! How am I doing it? The Coffee & Keyboard Diet. It consists of being glued to your laptop all day long and only drinking the cup of coffee you made for yourself when you first got up! So simple! No cooking, no measuring, and no exercising involved! You see results in roughly one week! AMAZING! I feel wonderful because the creative process is moving through me like a freight train and I am flying through my next manuscript! WONDERFUL! Side effects include feeling like absolute crap by dinner time when your body realizes it has had no nourishment. But hey… It doesn’t matter how it’s getting done as long as it is getting done!
Okay before you health nuts go ballistic, I know this is not the way to go… but it is the way it has been going. Bad…terrible… unhealthy… I am truly aware so please resist the urge to lecture me in your comments. The Fat Pants do completely agree with you and hope that this is temporary and as soon as this wave of creativity breaks, I will be back at McDonalds. They are nervous though… when I put on that belt, the horror reflected was divine! That is incentive enough to keep going…but of course in a more effective manner that is not hazardous to my overall health.