I hate this rhyme. HATE IT. With a passion that burns as brightly as a thousand suns. Why in the world would anyone hate a nursery rhyme? It's irrational. I know that. I'm not stupid. *no comments please. Let me introduce you to my husband.... we'll call him "Jack". It's so frustrating because he eats what he wants, when he wants and has no guilt. I mean, why would he, he's 20 years out of college and wearing the same size. bastard.
And then you have me, Jack's wife. I keep a neat little food journal. I watch what I eat, stick to low fat recipes, add fiber in creative whole grain ways: I should be a twig. Well, maybe not a twig, but at least a sapling. Right now, I'm a full fledged OAK. Admittedly, I have bad days and good, but it's a constant struggle to stay under 140lbs. I'm always teetering on the line. And I know if I could just get to that 129 - 133 range that I could be so comfortable in my size 6's that I could wear them w/o a muffin top. But ohhhh noooo, right now, I'm squished into them, gasping for air, with a little roll of jelly rimming the top of the jeans. I used to like to wear belts. Of course, I was wearing them around a size 10- 12 waist, but it didn't bother me because I didn't ever believe that a 6 was a doable size for me, and it was a good look on my previously lush and curvy figure, as long as I didn't have the old muffin top look. Uhg.... it's just SO unattractive. And yet, I see women walking around like this all the time. Besides, if I did weigh 129, I'd probably squish myself into a 4 and then bitch about that.
My gripe today is that yesterday I didn't have a nutritionally shining day. It was sort of breadful, if that was a word, which spell check has confirmed- it is not. So, yesterday I OD'd on bread, and today I am FOUR pounds heavier. Mathmatically, no, I did not eat 3200X4 calories ABOVE and BEYOND my normal caloric intake, so how on Goddess's green earth have I managed to gain a flipping FOUR pounds in TWO days? don't answer that, it's rhetorical.