I Blame My Mirror

If you've been hanging around my place for long it's no surprise that it seems I am always 10 pounds away from the perfect size.

In mid-January, I decided that enough was enough and this Summer I was going to dawn a Bikini if it killed me.

Flash forward to May 5th... Um...well.. I weigh exactly the same as the day I made that resolution thanks to a horrific bout with the stomach flu otherwise I'd probably be 7 pounds heavier.

Which is hilarious, really.

The number of hours I've wasted counting points, craving sweets and generally wishing and obsessing over things I was not allowed to have is insane.

But, remember today is May 5th which in "Bikini Season" is practically D-Day.

Thankfully I live in Seattle and "Bikini Season" doesn't actually start until after July 4th which is still a good 8 weeks away, so I'm still okay...I think.

Where by okay I really mean I need to get serious yesterday.

Which, no worries, I did. Get serious, I mean.

Yesterday I totally started the Atkins diet, again. I know, I know. All the weight will pile back on if I ever eat another french fry.

But.

But, the thing is I have this problem with sweets...if I even look at one all I ever do is want one. And with those diets that allow you a "treat" all I do all day long is obsess about which one I am going to have and by the end of the day I realize I've eaten 5 treats. Which is so not the point of a diet.

So, it's cold turkey on the treats and anything else that triggers those cravings because I have gone mad with treats and if I don't get a handle on the treat ingestion in this household we are all going to be craving Fried Snickers bars for breakfast (which honestly I've never had and the thought makes me gag but it's a slippery slope my friends and that's where my addiction is headed).

So, my plan is to do Phase One for 4 weeks and re-evaluate my situation. Which means if I have stuck to my guns I'll be needing a new bikini. If not, I'll need a Mumu with a side of fries.

I suppose if you look closely at this post it really means I should spend less time worrying about my weight and more time talking to a shrink about my body image issues. Although, I would totally bring in a photo to prove my body image issues are not in my head, just look at that picture it has rolls and everything and in my head I look nothing like that.

And he'd agree the problem is with my eyes. Oh, or better yet The Mirror.