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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The road to MY PERSONAL goal BMI/weight!

Thursday, January 20

WARNING: This post may have an abundance of foul words.

Okay, so my fucking ho-ass coworker (who bitches about being so fat at 5'7 and MAYBE 135 pounds) has set this free M&M dispenser up literally six feet from me. Yeah. Every time I come or go I walk pass. I had gotten into the habit of grabbing five or six (which is really saying something about my self control) every time I walked by. Here and there I don't count points. So I just shrugged the rouge M&Ms off. Only I did some research and at best one plain M&M has 4.5 calories. So six little ass candies is roughly 27 calories. Do this three times a day = 81 calories. When you factor in the fat and the lack of fiber you have AT least 2 points wasted on 18 teeny, blithering, dumb ass dumb candies. Do that four days a week and suddenly there are EIGHT points not pointed. Hmm, yep - and, it is strange how a few candies here and there makes my entire days resolve melt. Well, day 2 of not touching the StarWars chocolate and I am much better.

1 comment:

  1. Careful, there could be some plain old female sabotage going on here ;D


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