Little FAT Me

I work full time and I barely have time to breathe. In 2005 hurricane Katrina rearranged my life, since then I have gained roughly 80-90 pounds. I believe that it started in depression and became an addiction. I have started and failed many diets and then decided that MAYBE if I combine diet and exercise with blogging and shopping I might be able to find success. This is the story of 2010 and my struggle to rise above addiction, pain, depression and fat.
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30. Mother. Wife. Artist. Psychic (sensitive.) Writer. Singer. Rain dancer. Lover. Daughter. Sister. Child of God.

The road to MY PERSONAL goal BMI/weight!

Wednesday, January 13

The sun comes out, but only just a little.

I just found out I am eating Taco Bell for lunch, and so you know what I realized? All that business about not wanting to eat was pure, self-indulgent crap. Drama. What my little fat ass meant was, "I don't want to eat healthy or lose weight." (I guess when I get sad it's kind of a why bother attitude that takes over.) However, as we all know there is a good and a bad way of doing things and I am going to do Taco Bell the right way: Fresco tacos (2), 6; Bean burrito, 6; Fiesta chicken burrito, 8. Yes, it's twenty points but it is also enough to eat for lunch and snack on! There is little better than noshing on The Bell of Bells all afternoon. Maybe life doesn't suck so bad. (Or maybe I am healing emotional wounds with food. Aww, shit, man!)

1 comment:

  1. sounds like a taco band aid for the soul. but i do wonder why we (and by we i mean people in general) use food when we are stressed or upset. It sure does't cheer me up when i'm down but when i get over whelemed i want and i mean WANT chocolate and sometimes the cheesy greesy goodness that is taco bell.


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