Outnumbered Two to One

HASAY not ringing any bells for you. Go get wise .

So I was sick last week, *koff, koff*, which obviously means I eschewed exercise and healthy eating in favor of whining, lying down and binging on mini crullers.

But this week, well I’m gonna…

I intend to chase that bugger down, swing myself on and get to sweating profusely. I even purchased salad fixings. And I, for one, am not afraid to use them.

Oh yeah, folks, I’m ready.

Except today, as I was going about my business - doing laundry, feeding the masses and stepping on various sharp edged abandoned toys - I was overcome with a very familiar feeling. It was a mixture of melancholy, apathy, quiet fury and utter confusion.

The end of the month had crept up on me again.

I feel it and so does my family - the mood swings, the lack of focus, the alternately salty/sweet cravings. Really, going to town on pork loin drippings with a spoon cannot be good for my BMI (or my self esteem).

Regardless, I intend to confront my Wii Fit today, ignore her snide remarks about my weight and inconsistency, and get some exercise in. Now that my antibiotics have wiped out the colony of bacteria harboring in my face, I no longer have an excuse to kick back and take it easy.

I will not be deterred.

I will not give up.

I will not snuggle up on the sofa with a package of Chips Ahoy! PMS notwithstanding.

Next week’s update will be different.

I mean it. And not just because the girl scout cookies have run out. (Although that may be a small part of it.)

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