Breaking Up is Hard to Do

Some days, it's be easier to revert to being a blimp. Being a blimp was comfortable, until I got around skinny people, that is. Being a blimp meant no thoughts to calories and carbs and weight watchers points and getting to the gym at least three times a week. Being a blimp meant that I could've eaten that HUGE homemade Cinnamon Roll with Cream Cheese Frosting and Chocolaty Chips.

Yes, that is how my day started. Homemade baked goods on my desk at work, for no other reason than I'm apparently nice. Tell that to my still-filling-out-the-fat-pants-quite-nicely ass. And because I am a wuss, and because it was 9 a.m. and my office smelled like cinnamon roll, I ate about 1/8th of it, which, coincidentally, was about an 8th of my caloric intake for the day. I have a hard time getting rid of those lingering cravings for sugar-induced comas. They're remarkably like bad boyfriends.

My mindset has been off since Friday, despite my weekend pep talks. My brain just isn't cooperating. I skipped a class today in order to catch up on some reading (I know, right?) and ended up passing out, drooling on my Angl0-Saxon lit anthology, and probably snoring in the study room. I snacked on fruit all afternoon, and had a low-point sandwich for lunch. Not too bad, there, but once I headed to the gym for the first time since last Thursday, my pudgy booty reminded me how painfully out of shape I am by prodding me to give up just 10 minutes into my elliptical run. I made it to 25, which is okay, but not in comparison to the 45 I've been working myself up to.

I went to a brazenly brassy performance of The Taming of the Shrew on campus tonight, which was funny, but 3-1/2 hours long with no intermission. Again, my fat ass reminded me I was uncomfortable, and somehow, this translated to "Feed Me, Yours Eternally--Love Handles." I'm going to be smelling Chic-fil-A and waffle fries for days.

I'm dreading that scale reading on Saturday morning (Damn it! I was so close to trading 11 pounds for the Juno soundtrack! Curse ye, again, mental hunger pains!) but I know I'm going to have to suck it up and step on it. Last week was so good! Why does my plan have to suddenly sit around in his underwear leaving cookie packages on the coffee table?