Sweets: 1 Gina: 1

So, I have officially decided that sugar and I are in a love hate relationship.  I currently love sweets but they apparently hate me what with the havoc they have directed at my self control.

See, we started out okay, me and sweets.  I gave them up for Lent and made it a FULL 46 days without them.  I didn't even cheat a tiny bit.  Even when presented with bite sized cupcakes.  I pretended I was Wonder Woman and used my bracelets to reject the cupcake onslaught.

Alas, Lent ended and I decided that sweets and I could be friends again.  I WAS WRONG!!!!   Sweets are apparently very bitter that I gave them up and are working hard to remind me that I can't eat just a little bit.  I need to eat more, and more, and MORE, and MORE.  I write this after eating 2 bowls of ice cream.  Yes, I will be honest.  The most frustrating part is that sweets are really the only thing I'll binge on.

And thus, I have made my choice.  Sweets and I have broken up for the time being.  There may be the occasional relations for holidays and other special events; but, otherwise me and my waist line are saying SUCK IT! and we're looking to start seeing fruits more seriously.  

The end.

30 Day Shred!?

So, I need a bit of a boost with this whole workout thing.  I have NO motivation.  Mainly because there are so many other things I would rather be doing than working out (read, sleep, watch TV, internetz, and even clean).  So I'm thinking that I might try 30 Day Shred.  Shred is done by Jilian of Biggest Losers fame.  You know, the crazy woman who perches on machines like a vulture and "motivates" the contestants. 

Exercise Blues

I don't mind physical activity.  I enjoy hiking and running around with my students on the playground.  I like walking the dogs and rollerskating.  Things like that, I really do enjoy; but, only when I don't have to do them on a schedule.

As soon as I try to set up some sort of workout program or schedule for myself, I start to hate whatever exercise I'm doing.  It becomes the bane of my existence and I'll last about a week before I become horribly resentful that I have to do this stupid workout and take time out of my day that could be spent cleaning, cooking, or reading.  I become like a toddler in the "no" phase.   A few days after the resentful phase kicks in, I stop the workouts cold turkey.  Who needs stupid workouts anyway.  It's so much easier to be lazy anyway. 

Working on my Fitness

Before my wedding, I dropped 10 pounds.  As much as I told myself that I wouldn't gain it back that didn't really work out the way I planned.  Almost three months, a few gallons of Starbucks, and a ton of Slurpees later I've packed back on everything that I had lost.  The worst part was, I sat and watched my weight climb.  It didn't creep up on me.  I weighed myself at least once a week and I just let it happen.