Working My Shit Out

The past two weeks or so I have had a problem with cheese. I think about cheese every time I get hungry. When we go to Chavas, all I want is a GIANT quesadilla with cheese, onions, and peppers. In before and after care at school, there are cheese sticks. I think about them all morning work period. I have even had dreams of cheese. Rivers a cheese surrounded by forests made of cheese sticks. And squirrels and turtles made of those little round laughing cow cheese things... All I want is to freaking eat cheese. I have wanted a cheese quesadilla for two weeks straight, and I might allow myself to have one this coming Tuesday. Bri and I have mused about splitting one. I think this shall have to happen. So last night instead of Chavas Angela and I went over to Bri's to hang out in the hot tub. Angela works out at the Club Fitness in Colinsville everyday and she has been trying to get me to join and work out with her. Today I finally met her over there and signed up for a gym members

So I have lost 6 of the 8 pounds I gained back that fateful weekend in Houston. I am neck and neck in second place, and will be able to slide back into first place within two weeks, because I am BALLER. yea. That's right Bri. Bring it!! (With tons-o-love) We made the pork chops and yummy potato thing tonight. The only problem is I got back from work late and I am MEGA hungry and we still have 12 minutes and 45 seconds left until the potatoes are done. I am worried I am going to try to eat EVERYTHING. So I am drinking some water. And I have a small snack to tide me over. I just need to be sure to eat slowly. I am finally not having to travel for the remainder of the challenge, so that should greatly help. I am starting a work out class only 4 days before the challenge ends, so I am going to need to step up the working out now so it can help me loose more weight. So the only thing left on the list of cooking is the chili and butternut squash lasagna rolls. I need to defrost,  a

So I went to a professional development conference this weekend with my school in Houston, Texas. We stayed in the hotel where the conference was and (obviously) had to eat out the whole time. Needless to say, I gained quite a bit of the weight I lost back. The choices I made could have been better. They were better than they used to be, but still could have been better. I got on the scale today and felt like I wanted to die. 8 pounds. How is that even possible?? In 4 days? I remember when I had lost weight before and went home for a week, pretty much ate whatever I wanted and only gained 4 pounds. I feel like the weight swings much more with this system of weight loss. It was usually pretty damn steady when I used Weight Watchers. Don't get me wrong, I am not going back anytime soon to WW, because I really don't want to spend the money. I think I know where the problem was: desserts. Each day they gave us lunch (which was 2), there was dessert on the table. Only once o

I had a bad Sunday and Tuesday this past week, so I really wanted to be good the rest of the week. Friday I was sadly not good. I could kick myself. Several things happened... Ok so at school I am putting on a abridged production of the musical Annie. It is about 30 minutes long with nice simple choreography and songs. We had auditions on Friday, and those went REALLY well and the actual audition part was fun. The casting part, however, was not fun. Two things happened during this process: 1) A parent brought us in lunch, which were personal pizzas. 2) I was stressed out of my mind because I was going to have to make some hard decisions that I knew would make some of the kids sad, which in turn made me sad. So with these two things together, I proceeded to stress eat almost the whole personal pizza.I don't even remember eating it. I ate while we made the hard decisions. Terrible idea. I ended up having 6 people who didn't get the parts they really wanted. I announced

Sooo I was really good last week! Like really good. I lost 4 pounds (WOOT) and felt really great! I didn't give in to temptations, and we didn't have school so no cute 4 year olds tried to pawn off their yummy treats on me.  This week I have been just ok. Sunday was the Super Bowl. I may or may not have had three one brownie and way too much just a little chicken buffalo dip. That might have happened. Then Tuesday I might have gone out to dinner with Bri…maybe. This week I am just…I am freakin’ over it!! I do not want to have to worry about what I eat and i just want to eat like I used to: with reckless abandon. I would look at ice cream and be like BRING IT THE FUCK ON. I had a dream last night that, I shit you not, I ate 7 pizzas. Pepparoni, pineapple, onions, peppers, mushrooms. And that insane garlic dipping sauce. It. Was. Glorious.  It is just so much easier to eat unhealthy. It's also less expensive! We went to the grocery stor