No I didn't die...yet!

Okay, so it's been forever...I left you out of the whole journey of the beginning.....but let me tell you...you will thank me because I have been a bitch!
I will catch you up and try to leave my bitchiness out....the 1st week SUCKED! And, when I say sucked, I mean I wanted to rip every ones heads off and spit down there jagged, bleeding, dismembered necks! See I told you I was a bitch.

The beginning...
Between the lack of sugar, carbs, caffeine, and cravings it was miserable. But, I stuck with it, eating salads with chicken, cheese, tuna, cheese, turkey, cheese, ham, cheese, sausage, cheese, bacon, cheese. You get the point. I haven't really changed up my diet much more from the beginning. I do eat lots of green peppers, onions, mushrooms (till my boyfriend almost killed me...I'll explain later), green beans, and did I say cheese?!? The routine is getting well...very routine and boring, but the results are wonderful!

Shopping...
As of this morning I have shued away 25 nasty, jiggly pounds. Yes 25 lbs!!!! OMG! At first the scale was dropping but I didn't really feel a change but my ah ha moment happened this Monday. My company Christmas party is this Saturday and I need a nice blouse to wear. And, as all you fat girls know, shopping can be the most depressing, pain inducing, activity known. But I made myself go to the mall during my lunch break see what I could shove myself into.

I walked into the store and everything seemed too casual for our party, but as I moved more to the back I found one little rack of big girl dressy clothes. At this unnamed store, they are trying to be clever or boost self esteem or boost their sales, but they changed the way things are normally sized. What would be a 14 is now a 0 , 16 is a 1, 18 is a 2, etc. Now, 2 months ago I was a size 2 i.e. a 18, but the only shirt I liked was a 0. So, I figured I might as well make myself feel worse and just see if I could even squeeze my left arm into this thing. I get in the changing room and the shirt just slides on, but then I realized it had to zip close. I shook my head, took a deep breath, and tried to zip it. I exhaled and to my complete amazement realized it fit and not only did it fit but it looked pretty damn good. I twirled in front of the mirror and liked or at least didn't hate what I saw. I was 2 yes 2 sizes smaller. I might have said "YES" out loud rather loud and did a little Evan Almighty dance in the dressing room. Then I heard a voice asking me if I was ok and I realized the shop girl must had seen my shadow and was wondering what the hell I was doing. I quickly gave a "yeah", changed and paid for my smaller shirt with a huge grin on my face. That was an awesome moment....I haven't felt that happy for myself in a long long time! YIPPEE!!!!

By the way I think the whole changing the sizing chart is ridiculous...weather I'm a 0 or a 4 I'm still fat!

Craving and Cheating....yes I caved a few times, but I have really surprised myself, that I still got back on the wagon so to speak. Let's see....I have craved to stick my face in a whole chocolate cake and eat the whole thing, tubs of ice cream, potatoes...mashed, boiled, baked, fried, smothered, covered, capped, (I'm starting to sound like Waffle House) raw. But, those things I did not eat...what I did cheat on were chips and salsa, a mixed fruity drink, and a cheese burger from McDonald's. I failed but I tried again and it seems to be going in a good direction.

The Gym...
I didn't start the gym that first week, like I thought I would. It wasn't even the second or third. But, I have started going twice a week for about 30 minutes. I am going to try to start going at least 3 times a week for an hour next week....but we will see. (My legs are SORE!)

My honey trying to kill me...
My honey is the best honey in the world and has put up with my mood swings, cravings, emotional melt downs, tantrums, and he has made me more omelets an any man should ever have too. Normally we make them with team effort. I wash, chop, and grate all the veggies and of course CHEESE and he cooks and serves. But this past Sunday he was being super duper sweet and did all of it all by himself. Then 3 hours after I ate this yummy plate full a perfectly cooked eggs and veggies and smooth super awesome cheese I was hugging the cold toilet and praying to the porcelain gods. After I vomited my lovely breakfast and my honey went and got me a ginger ale I felt much better and just assumed it was a stomach bug. But then last night I had, had a awful day and my great honey made me another scrumptious omelet all by himself again when I got home from the gym. Then at 5:38 this morning as he was kissing me bye, and the feeling of good ole nausea floated through my whole body....it came to me. He didn't wash the mushrooms!!! And, the only comment he has is, "Yeah, I thought of that as I was cutting them last night." That's it! Really?!? So, off to vomit I went. Now, I feel much better and he will not be cutting any veggies for me anytime soon. Love you honey!

Wish me luck or just hope I don't die from food poisoning. Ha! Shut up fat girl! :P