Breaking Up With Wendy

I’m not sure whether I’m more angry at Wendy’s or sad. It’s so difficult to find a fast food meal that tastes good and is low in calories, but Wendy’s did it. Their Chicken BLT salad at 340 calories is tasty, filling meal and is pretty damn healthy. You might argue that the bacon ruins the salad’s status as a healthy meal, but I disagree. The amount of bacon in that thing is just enough

Me, Myself, and I

I am not the most knowledgeable person out there when it comes to grammar. I do try, and while I may not always use “which” and “that” in the right place, I am quite diligent when it comes to subject/verb agreement and pronouns.

One of my biggest grammar pet peeves is the use of the word “myself”. You do not sound more intelligent just because you use “myself” instead of “me”; in fact, it may be

Still Sucking

I’ve continued on my unhealthy binge to the extent that I expect my weigh in to show me over 250 pounds tomorrow. It’s devastating, and I can’t figure out why I’m just not strong enough to do this.

I don’t want to be 325 pounds again. I don’t want to be unable to walk a block again. I don’t want to be unable to find clothes, even in the plus sized stores. I don’t want

Why I Tired of “So You Think You Can Dance”, Australia

In order to keep writing here regularly, I’m going to add my opinion and experiences on some non-weight loss topics. What better to start with than some reality tv perusing? The weekend before last, I began watching the Australian version of “So You Think You Can Dance”. I’ve always enjoyed the American version, and I figured that the Aussie show would probably be just as good. After all, I’m sure that Australia grows great dancers,

Secret Eating

It’s been a long time since I wrote, and I find it interesting that my last comment was that the only way I could go back to my old ways of binge eating was if I did it in secret. It’s interesting because that is exactly what happened to me. The first couple of months after S arrived were great. We worked out twice a day usually, and ate healthily. But then the working out

February already?

ARGH! I just wrote a long post about what’s been going on with me, and I stupidly deleted it before posting. Poof! Gone. Not that it was terribly interesting, but I’ve been slack about writing, so it was a pretty good thing.

I guess I will sum it all up.

Firstly, I continued to chow down in January until I ballooned to about 246 pounds. My clothes were getting tight. I wasn’t able to fit properly

New Years Blues

On Monday I gathered up enough courage to stand on the scale and weigh in. I was anticipating a nasty result, and that’s exactly what I got. 240.8 pounds. It pisses me off to no extent, because I knew what was happening and I did absolutely nothing about it. I just kept eating and eating and eating.

My boyfriend’s old roommate is disgusted by fat people and believes that those who are overweight are just

Hello? Am I Still Here?

Yep! Good question, though - it’s been a month since I wrote anything. Here’s the thing - I was quite off track during the middle of November. I ate a lot of take out, but it was things like salad and chilli (I must have had Wendy’s chilli every day at least once) which is ok, but then I ate a ton of chocolate afterwards. What is it with me and chocolate? I never was

Day 22 - Oh Well!

God, I love today’s task. Actually, at this point, tasks are more like “thoughts”, but whatever. This is something that I really need to get into the habit of doing. I need to say “Oh well” when faced with disappointment. For instance, I was just standing by a colleague’s desk (the girl who has a bowl of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups!) and I talked to her and another colleague for about 15 minutes. Each of