Now about this fat
Jul. 27th, 2009 08:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
becomingkateMy husband has made a proposal that I lose 5 pounds by some day at the end of August (the 27th I think) and I get a reward. Now, I don't think it's fair to not know what the reward is! But I guess it's beside the point.
I don't really know what I look like on a consistent basis because we have no full length mirrors. So I guess that makes it really easy to get fat without knowing. I was pretty skinny all through high school. It was when I moved out the house, didn't get salad and other healthy stuff every day, stopped having to drink milk and was finally able to drink soda to my heart's content, that I gained 30 lbs. I lost it, then I had my son. I was skinny even after I had my son. But I started eating badly again. I guess a few months of heartburn turned me off to eating, and then losing that heartburn the minute I gave birth made me want to devour everything under the sun. But I think I developed a real problem. I will go into the kitchen knowing I need to eat something healthy. And I'll start off okay. Plain tortilla chips, fine. Ok but they need a little salsa and sour cream, and a little cheese to balance it all out. And before you know it I have a leaning tower of nachos. But I don't even realize it. I devour it and think, oh crap. That wasn't good for me, was it?
I don't really know what I look like on a consistent basis because we have no full length mirrors. So I guess that makes it really easy to get fat without knowing. I was pretty skinny all through high school. It was when I moved out the house, didn't get salad and other healthy stuff every day, stopped having to drink milk and was finally able to drink soda to my heart's content, that I gained 30 lbs. I lost it, then I had my son. I was skinny even after I had my son. But I started eating badly again. I guess a few months of heartburn turned me off to eating, and then losing that heartburn the minute I gave birth made me want to devour everything under the sun. But I think I developed a real problem. I will go into the kitchen knowing I need to eat something healthy. And I'll start off okay. Plain tortilla chips, fine. Ok but they need a little salsa and sour cream, and a little cheese to balance it all out. And before you know it I have a leaning tower of nachos. But I don't even realize it. I devour it and think, oh crap. That wasn't good for me, was it?
