dieting sucks

I hate dieting. I really do.

After Bethany was born, I blew up to over 250 lbs. Lost most of that eventually. After Bryan was born I actually looked fantastic.

And then I got old and complacent and I looked at myself one day in the mirror and stepped on the scales. I was back up to 250 lbs. I couldn't believe it.

I didn't look like myself at all. I looked like a gigantic marshmallow. Just not as yummy.

Then we bought this house. It's two story. I lost 10 lbs in the first month, just from going up and down the stairs. Yay...down to 240.

Six months later the staph infection came to visit. I dropped 20 lbs in a week.

Down to 220.

Staying sick for so long...the next month I lost another 20 lbs.

200

But I still looked like a cow.

So I had this bright idea to start going to the gym and diet.

I go to the gym 3-4 days a week, walk or run a minimum of 4 miles and sometimes up to 8 miles.

The weight is coming off.

I'm at 164 now. Only 34 lbs to go.

OMG this last 34 lbs is going to kill me. I am so HUNGRY!!

But I have a couple of class reunions coming up...lots of faces I haven't seen in too long and I am determined to turn heads. I'm going to be the woman that everybody stops and stares at.

Vain?

yes, yes I am.

so...mostly I have been eating fruit for supper. tomorrow's menu? yogurt and granola for breakfast, probably nothing for lunch...and fruit for supper.

Did I mention that I'm soooo hungry and that I hate dieting?