Saturday, July 01, 2006

but i don't drink beer

i have a beer belly.

it is not cute! i am so over it!

but somehow i'm not. i just keep adding to it. i seem to like it. i must like it, because i don't seem to be trying very hard to lose it. maybe i think it really is a baby. that would be sick.

here, in this photo, i am partaking in a love boat moment on the cruise. i'll just tell you, i felt pretty svelte when this photo was taken. svelte enough to just let my belly hang out. well hang out it did and now i'm bravely posting it for all (5 of you?) to see. also-- nice double chin.

i long for the day when my boobs jut out farther than my belly.

what happened to dubs dubs you ask? good question. good question. well, i went a few times in a row, stuck to it, exercised, stayed away from pasta and bread, drank my water, took my vitamins, and then i just lost my nerve or something. lost my drive? my inspiration?

please someone do me a favor and tell me the secret to sticking with something.

i'm leaving for california in a few days. i'll be there for 11 days. when i get back, so help me god-- who i do not believe in-- i will go back to dubs dubs and get back on the band wagon.

you know one of the problems is i do not like my dubs dubs leader. she's got a little bit of a mean streak. or an evil camp counselor vibe. yes, that's it. evil camp counselor. but do i need to like her for it to work?

(whenever i end paragraphs on questions i feel like either carrie from sex in the city or doogie houser, MD.)

had another pregnancy dream last night. i used to think that meant i was creative and i was giving birth to an idea. now i just think i'm being paranoid, even in my dreams, that people think i am.

i have got to get something new to obsess about. this can't be fun for you anymore.

whole grains and chazzy,


Blogger Whitney said...

Yes you need to like your WW leader. Mine rocks--she is always positive but not in a horrible cheerleader way. On the saturday mornings when I do get my ass out of bed I'm happy I did. Sadly I live in Chicago but I'm sure there at least one good WW leader there.

Also, I dreamed I was frantically looking for a bathing suit in my size, or even NEAR my size, and I woke up with a sore shoulder from all the aggressive bathing-suit flinging I did in my dream while NOT finding a suit that would even fit HALF my body.

Love the blog, keep it up!

10:55 AM  
Blogger sean said...

Christ, I've been tempted to try the dubs dubs... but I really want to do my weight-shedding in semi-private circumstances. Just like I like to do my gym-ing discreetly and quietly. However, I just talked with a trainer at the gym, and every exercise he gave me to do involves setting something up and doing big movements. Great. I really want to be setting up turquoise STEPS circa 1989 and stepping up them Jazzercise® style with dual dumbells raised high overhead. Meanwhile, Lou Ferrigno is next to me busting out 400lb squats and silently planning to make fun of me with his meathead friends later. Not that I should care.

Let's just have you come visit and we'll all indulge in some pumpkin cake and paellela. How in god's name do you spell paella? Pie-yay-yla. Pie-yeah-yeah-yeah. Enough.


11:23 AM  
Blogger meganjowilson said...

Pumpkin cake, pumpkin cake, yeah yeah yeah. I can't believe I'm about to write this, but WHEN I WAS IN BARCELONA LAST WEEK (sigh) I said to my mom, "it is so worth it to carry some extra weight for food that's this good."

It's true.

And P.S. I think that is a fucking great photo. Why can't we just press a G.D. button and realize how beautiful we are? You know we're going to look back at photos of ourselves NOW and think, "I was so gorgeous then..." Why can't we appreciate that?

Do come up to see us. We need it. I miss Otis. I'm grumpy tonight. And I feel like every inch of my body is a swollen piece of white chubby shit. Anyhoo...onwards and upwards.

And P.S. again. How can you say you don't stick to something when you quit smoking? You were the quintessential smoker and you stopped! They say quitting smoking is harder than quitting heroin. I say quitting pumpkin cake is harder than quitting...heroin. Enough.

5:59 PM  
Blogger sean said...

i miss tankini dreams.


12:22 PM  

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