Day 51 - Fried Cheese

I skipped breakfast AND lunch today...surviving on 3 cups of coffee and a diet pill. No joke. Oh, you don't have to tell me how bad that is, I know exactly how bad that is for me...but the fair only comes once a year and so I sacrificed my health for one day in the name of caloric intake. No biggie.

Today had to be hard core because I knew I would be going to the Pasco County Fair with the BFF and kiddies... and I knew I'd be eating some fried bits of heaven. Corndogs and Fried Cheese to be exact. Oh yeah. I did it. I'll probably gain a pound or two...but I have 316 days left in the year to adjust for it. That's .000632 pounds per day. I think I can manage.

Talk about a freak show. If you're in the neighborhood and are into people watching...you have to check out the Pasco County Fair. I have absolutely NO idea how some of these people survive daily life. Lots of crack or lots of inbreeding. Makes me thankful for my crazy-normal life. Love you all. Have a wonderful week!!!

Be sure to check in tomorrow to see how much a corndog and fried cheese can wreck your diet.


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Day 4 - The Longest Run-On Sentence Ever

So, I went out with my sisters last night to celebrate my Lil Sister's birthday. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have committed to that 7:15am Networking Meeting this morning. My yesterday and today did not like each other very much when they met this morning. Managed to put on a pretty face and made it to the meeting. After sitting through an hour of networking, I ran home and got there just in time to leave again to take Sierra to school, come back home, make breakfast for Lil C, take him to Karate, run to the Chiropractor, pick him back up, run back home, make lunch, run BACK to the school to pick-up Sierra, drive her all the way to Zephyrhills (30 minute drive) to get her hair done, drop her off, run to Publix to pull out some cash and pick-up some pimple medicine, run back to pick her up, head back home, make a pitstop at another Publix to get a few things I was missing for dinner, run home, start dinner, and Charlie walks in the door. Whew!

And I didn't even work today.

I hope you didn't assume that this was going to be my first excuse post. When Charlie walked in the door at 6:30p, I handed over my knife, headed up to the gym to collect my 20 minutes and returned back home just in time for dinner. Booya!

Day 1 - Taking Back Twenty

Today is the day. Technically, I started about 10 days ago to help me gauge just how difficult this was going to be. I mean, how embarrassing would it be to start a blog like this and then puss out after a week?? Today I vow to take back the 20 minutes a day that I need to keep my sanity and waistline in check. Thinking back 20 years, the simple idea that I would be writing a blog like this at all would have been absolutely absurd. I was a skinny kid. I was athletic as a tween and normal size and weight as a young adult. Worrying about my weight was not something that I had planned on. I honestly thought that I would be a size 4/6 forever. Ha! Surprise!!!

About Me? I married at 19 (seriously, what was I thinking??? My parents claim that I would have gone through with it whether they tried to intervene or not). Then, I had my beautiful daughter, Sierra, at 21, ....made a few necessary "adjustments," started a career at 23, earned my Bachelor's Degree at 27, married Charlie (a.k.a. "Daddy") at 29 and had Lil C at 30. Yes, I was pregnant on two HUGE milestone birthdays (21 AND 30). You really should think these things through...however, thinking back, those two milestones very well may have resulted in two more siblings, so we'll just take what we have and be happy with that. After all, college tuition doesn't grow on trees!

This year, I plan to take back 20 minutes every day, from whatever I need to take it from, and invest it in myself, in my health, in my well being, in me. I deserve it. My children deserve it. My family deserves it...and I plan to document my journey in daily photos. Every day. It's My 366 Leap Year Photo Project. I will not sugar coat my journey or censor the descriptions of my thoughts or feelings. If you are offended, please either de-friend me, or block my "Taking Back Twenty" posts. I have an extremely diverse group of friends, ranging from church-builders to bar-hoppers, so, understanding that I might offend someone with each and every post is ok with me. I am generally polite and respectable by nature, however, I have been known to throw a wrench in things from time to time. Mom always said that my 40's would be liberating, and she was right, only I'm not going to wait another 2 years. Carpe Diem, right?
So, here I am. Approaching 38. Faster than anticipated. Also, approaching a weight that I know with 100% accuracy that I will NOT be happy with. My goal? Fix it. Excuses? No more. Are you taking my 20 minutes? If so, it's time to step back. It's mine and I'm taking it back.
I would love for you to join me in taking back YOUR 20.