It's sort of like sisters, or brothers for that matter. They are mine. I can talk about them all I want to, but don't you dare even think about talking about them. I'm this way about my fat. We know each other, We love each other. We have shared more than our fair share of mac-n-cheese, creamed potatoes with gravy, and meatloaf together - sometimes all at the same meal. So, when my doctor told me that I needed to lose some of my "plush exterior", aka F.A.T., I sort of felt like I was having to vote a family member off the island. (BTW, don't you just <3 a doctor that refers to your fat as a "plush exterior"!)
So, how do I choose? If I starve myself, I will lose fat in my boobs. That is a MAJOR no-go!! I love them more than I love my actual fat. If I opt to go low carb/low fat, I will lose, but it will only show in my face. If I start running, - oh who the hell am I kidding??? Me? Run? Yeah right! I need to find a diet plan that meets the following criteria:
1. Southern Food Friendly. I don't know how to cook French food (other than French fries) and I'm not about to start learning.
2. Must allow some comfort foods. I'm not giving up on some of the best memories of my life just to be skinny.
3. Must not make me feel like I am starving every second of every day.
4. Here's the big one: Must be husband approved.
**SIGH** I love he man to death, but some times I wish I could just kill him! Every time I try to make a "lifestyle" change, he overrides that idea by bringing home pizza, or pasta, or fried chicken, or whatever mood hit him on the way home. I realize the important aspects of losing weight - it's not going to happen overnight, it's a change you have to make for yourself, diet alone won't do it; exercise must be involved, etc.
Exercise is a biggie for me. Right now, my psoriasis is so inflamed that my clothes are literally sticking to me, everywhere I have a patch of it. It makes it difficult to move in my own clothes. Also, sweat aggravates it. I know, it's almost like being allergic to exercise! I am struggling with myself over this, actually. Should I just struggle through the pain (and there's a lot of pain...) and exercise, exercise, exercise or should I give this Humira time to work and see if it lessens the inflammation, thus allowing me to exercise, exercise, exercise pain free? Decisions, decisions.
Now, about that nekkid-ness...... I honestly believe that if I were 1/3 of myself, I could be a nudist. I hate clothes that bad. However, society dictates that we should wear clothes. I read the other day that walking around your house naked, as often as possible, would boost your self-esteem. I don't know about boosting self-esteem, but it will make for damn sure that the Jehovah's Witnesses don't drop by unannounced any more!
Everyone enjoy the night, get naked (or nekkid) and don't forget that tomorrow is HUMP DAY - so get your HUMP on!!