Just One More Piece

Just one more piece of cake, one more piece of pizza, one more piece of lasagna, one more piece of every flipping thing on the table. I had reached my edge, the 184 pounds on a 5'4'' frame edge to be exact, and it was not a place I liked. So, getting fed up with my own gluttony I decided to join Weight Watchers and give it a whirl. It's been about a month and so far it's been only okay, mainly because Boyfriend and I like to go out to restaurants and order every amazing thing off the menu. Due to my only "okay" performance thus far I thought I would start a blog to keep my ass in check and to remind myself over and over again why I am doing this lifestyle reboot, if you will. Right now, these are the following reasons I have joined Weight Watchers:

1. To be healthy (blah blah blah, the generic first answer)

2. To look sexy as hell naked (this is the real first answer for everyone, don't lie!)

3. Someday I plan to pump out a couple unbelievably adorable children so I would rather not put on 40+ pounds during my pregnancy at my current weight.

4. So my legs won't look like they've suffered hail damage when I sit down on a chair.

5. So I can wear kinda slutty clothing and make everyone jealous of my killer ass (I'm still in my twenties by the way, so I can get away with those kinds of outfits.)

6. So I can look back after losing all the weight and beam with pride at how awesome I am for sticking with it.

7. To not be one of those people who looked their best in high school. If high school was the best I'm ever gonna look then I might as well just go hide under a pile of coats and cry myself to sleep for it would be a sad day indeed.

8.  Again, I guess I really do want to be healthy.  I want to live a long time (135 to be exact) and if I want to reach that lofty goal then I better stop eating two million sweet potato fries.


So, there you have it.  My reasons for losing weight may be shallow and superficial but I already know I'm completely awesome, always have been, so I'm just trying to make sure my butt knows it too.  Somewhere along the way my body didn't keep up with my personality, I think it was somewhere between one more piece of pie and one more millionth piece of tiramisu.  The blog may be futile and do nothing for me but its worth a shot to keep me on track, even if I'm the only one who reads it.

until next time.

piece out ;)