Motivation Email received

"I need a diet partner as of Monday. So eat all the ice cream, chips and cookies you want tomorrow. Monday we'll be in starvation mode."

This was the email I received from my dear friend and neighbor. I'm musing about it as I drown myself in a triple scoop Reese's Peanut Butter Cup sundae. Why is it that I never get an email to be a book club buddy or a study partner? Hold that thought...I'm scraping the last of the peanut butter out of the bottom of my cup. Why am I never a decorating buddy or a "let's go get a facial together" partner? Hang on a sec...there's a drop of chocolate ice cream left, and I need to finish every last bit. Can't be wasteful, can we? I also have to ask, why am I picked to be a partner for a chick who has about 2.5lbs to lose, 2 of which are from the baby she just had 4 months ago? Not to mention that she is tall, blonde, and gorgeous! I might have passed for cute several years ago, but that ship has sailed, leaving me to wear those sails as bloomers.

So, as resident Girl Friday, I am adding "dieting partner" to the list of services that I (begrudgingly) perform. But I'm not bitter. After all, I'm eating ice cream, and she is not.
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Quick update before I go. Since I began this voyage, I have faithfully journalled everything that I have eaten, and I have walked every day. I know it has only been three days, but that is three days longer that I have gone in quite a while. Off to see how much damage my sundae made. Not that I regret one bite. As Scarlet once said, "Tomorrow is another day!"

My first Friday task

I dreamt about walking on the treadmill last night. No glorious dreams of running a marathon or swimming the English channel here. I sunk to an all-time low--I'm dreaming about mundane exercise and in my dream I was so proud of myself for doing it!

After than subconscious nudge, I began thinking about all of my excuses for not losing weight and not exercising. I'm too stressed out. I can't walk outside because I'd have to take the dog and the kids and then I need 2 free hands for Emily. I can't use the treadmill because the kids will try to step on it with me. I can't use the treadmill because I am too tired. I can't use the treadmill because I think the basement is creepy. I can't use the treadmill because I...hmmm, I need to think of some more excuses. I can't diet because I am too stressed out. Food is comforting. I like to eat. I don't want to take the time to plan meals or count points. What all this is really saying is that I lack the confidence to try. I am worried I will fail.

As a Girl Friday, I don't have a choice in many of the tasks I handle daily. The kids need to be cared for, the house needs to be cleaned, I have to take the kids to therapy sessions and doctors' appointments. I don't mind, usually, and I do these things because they must be done, and I have to do them. From this point on, weight loss and caring for me must be done, and I will do it.

My task for this week is to journal all my food through Weight Watchers and to walk every day. I'm not even giving myself a Points limit for food or a time limit for walking. I am just insisting that I do it.

It is going to be a great week!