the "butterball" threat

Today wasn't as good as yesterday...

Shit happens.....

Still not smoking....



Being a former obese individual, the "butterball" threat is forefront in my mind...... Just the thought of seeing that scale slowly creep upward terrifies me.........

125, 130, 135, 140, 145, 150, 155, 160, 165................shuddering at the thought!!!



Ideally, no weight gain would be perfect, but I know myself.



I know I will need something to satisfy the oral fixation.. (with Michael in Afghanistan, my first choice is obviously not available). So it looks like i will be guzzling water as the short term replacement.

Luckily, last week I decided on no more junk food in the house, so if i do chose to engage in a massive eating frenzy, I will be stuck with carrots, celery, apples, oranges, and cucumbers.



Nuts do sound appealing right now.



Being round again is not an idea that I find remotely amusing. I like my size 8's........not want to see 28w ever again!!!!! Then again they do have a better selection of clothing for rounder individuals than they did 10 years ago...



When I shocked Michael with the news of not smoking yesterday( "HOLY SHIT"), I told him of the possibility of the weight gain.....and he replied with " I will be at your side through anything and everything baby" He's to good to me.....



I'm still ok with not smoking...

I do miss my little stick friends, they seem to always be there when you need them, they don't judge you, they calm you in your time of crisis.......but alas no longer for me......