Holy mother of GAWD.
How did this happen?!?
Enter-any-expletive-that-comes-to-mind-because-it-fits.
This is bad.
Very bad.
I stepped on a scale yesterday evening. Yeah. That dusty piece of blue-tinted reflective glass with the digital display on top that might as well just have a big middle finger sticking up with the sound of laughter, but instead it was a number: 221. Two HUNDRED and TWENTY ONE pounds of the fabulousness that is NoDak Kelli. This is unacceptable. I must have gained a good twenty pounds this year. That’s what I thought at least. I set my alarm for 5:30AM…tomorrow: I’m going to work out.
Fast forward to 6:15AM the next morning when I actually crawled out of bed, I turn on my phone to see my Facebook memories. Ahhhh memories! Oh I wrote a blog a year ago titled “183”. You see as an accountability measure last year, I’d enter my weight as the title of my blog. Oh so clever semi-obese Kelli was…
That means: oh no, no, no, no, NO!!! I am 38 pounds heavier that I was a year ago today. That’s more than either of my children weigh and I complain about carrying them around because they are “too heavy”. Well guess what??? Momma is TOO HEAVY.
What happened to that optimistic, good choice making NoDaker blogger? Oh that’s right: I ate her. I ate her, the nachos, the sandwiches, my feelings and whatever else was in my path. It isn’t that I eat a ridiculously large amount of food, but I have a pretty lethargic lifestyle: generally I’m shackled to my cubicle 8-9 hours a day, when the girls go to bed, mommy and daddy drink our coping mechanisms and sometimes that comes with a side of salty snacks. We don’t do this every day, maybe two or three times a week…every week. That weekend activity one or two days a week just isn’t compensating for the lack of activity the rest of the time.
Holy crap I have sabotaged myself! I am flirting within 15 pounds of the heaviest that I have ever(knowingly) been. Why??? Why on Earth would I share this with the ones or twos of people who read my blog????? Welp because as far as I can tell, I can’t be the only one who’s taken a giant candy-coated step backwards in life, so don’t feel bad and now when you are assessing your own situation, you can say: Hey, at LEAST I didn’t gain the equivalent of a 5-gallon bottle of water this past year!
You’re welcome.
Where’s that dang cauliflower…