Back off people..I’ve got a loaded lunchbox, weighted with fiber and I’m not afraid to beat you unconscious with it.
Some of you may recall that I embarked on my weight loss junket nearly 5 weeks ago..yes, I said “junket”..because if one of you asks me how my “journey” is going ..so help me God, I will water board you with this bucket of water that I am constantly slurping from.
Save your healing white light and calming vibes too.. cause I got a fire burning in my belly that I intend to stoke into a raging inferno..you might want to step back or burn baby burn.
The Skinny Bitch has entered the building.
The scale is going down, down, down..today’s numbers were very encouraging, a new set of ten to battle..good for me. I am winning this battle. This has gotten personal, between me and my spare tire, whose air I have been slowly deflating, week after week. Party after party, walking away from the cake, the wine, Mom’s potato salad. Die fat die..you killer of health, energy and cute outfits. Go straight to hell.
This week saw that turning point, the one where people comment..all day long. Some compliment, which is nice. They examine my food in the break room…getting old. They criticize..which is bad. “you’ll never keep that weight off” “diets don’t work”..or my favorite..”don’t let your face get too skinny..women our age don’t look good …”
AAAAAAH! Shield your eyes people from the horror of my shrinking,aging face, because I am not able to control the reduction locations of my body..I have many pounds to go to bid adieu to the spare tire and the junk in the trunk. So if my head looks like that guy from “Beetlejuice” when I’m done..oh, well..hope you can hold down your lunch if you are forced to eat across the table from me.
If You Don't Mind Me Asking... 
Congratulations you skinny bitch!
Haha Kelly…not a skinny bitch on the outside..yet…but on the inside..raging.
Congratulations! At least you’re seeing some results. Doesn’t seem to matter what I do nothing is budging. Of course, the second helpings no matter how good they are for me probably aren’t helping. LOL Keep up the good work.
Carol..I am no guru..but it took me a long time to come to the realization..calories in..calories out. Gotta count them..and the total has to be pretty darn low..no sugar..no bread..no pasta..yeah..no fun.
HAAAAAAAAAA!! I stood up and cheered in my cubicle (literally – you think I’m kidding??) when I read this as I have endured my share of Monday morning quarterbacks on my own weight-loss process. Rock on, skinny bitch, rock on!!
Love it Alice..you’ve got me smiling..cheering you on!
Great, great ,great, you’ve got it!!!!!! You should be so proud of yourself. Youre daily plugging away and it’s frigging working!!!! I had to stop smoking(yes, I smoked about 1/2 pack a day all my life…big secret. No one knew this out Bedlam Farm way.) I had my last cig on Jan.11 and I’m so proud of myself! This is the hardest thing I’ve had to do. It’s a daily reality slap. So I guess we’ll both baby step it till we see ea other at Bedlam! I was wasting away. Kept losing and losing. Now I’m up to 120lbs. and everyone’s happy. (except me.I refuse to get fat again. I refuse to buy new clothes again.) ok…this somehow turned all about me….Cindy
Ah smoking…Yes I indulged for many years..I think you never lose the urge. 120 sounds healthy..I would love to see the 120s.
Maybe you will Tess! 🙂
Doubtful..I would be explaining everyday that I am not anorexic..at 5’7..130 would be a dream come true!
At 5’7….you’re right. I’m only 5’3. But don’t want to be any heavier. The kicker is I was always 5’4! Yup…shrinking. I feel like breaking out in song to “It’s a hard knock life” from “Annie”!