So it's occurred to me that a blog may not really hold me accountable if no one reads it. Unfortunately, this forces me to make some uncomfortable choices. Here they are, in no particular order:
A.) Continue to blog to absolutely no one, and inevitably stop in early April when the novelty of being a "writer" wears off.
B.) Actually tell people people about the blog, thereby admitting that my outfits for the past year have been strategically chosen to make me look about ten pounds thinner. Also involves giving a certain unnamed frenemy more gossip to dish.
C.) Only tell a few trusted friends, and swear them to absolute secrecy.
D.) Find a way to blog only to total strangers, who will, for reasons unknown, embrace me to their collective bosom.
My preference is D, but for some reason, I don't see people accidentally stumbling on this blog. Damn.
In other news...
Did pretty good today, if you ignore the scoop of ice cream. And in my defense, it was a social thing--I was out with a friend, and we stopped and got a scoop (in a dish, no cone). I know in the long run, my body won't process it differently because it was a social thing, and it's not going to help me get back to 130. But for some reason, it makes a difference to me. Like, if it was me sitting on the couch, watching Dancing With the Stars (very impressed by Kirstie Alley, btw) eating ice cream, I'd feel bad. When it's grabbing ice cream with a friend, it seems pardonable.
On a side note, wouldn't it be AWESOME if your body did process it differently? Like, if it was all, "Oh, you're treating your grandma to a milkshake? Well, that doesn't count, cause you're being a good person. This one's on me." Mind you, my grandma would probably take a serious hit.
Being older and wiser let me impart this bit of wisdom...It is okay to worry about your weight at 30, however, it is NOT okay to worry about what anyone else thinks of you at 30. So these gossiping frenemies you speak of...just try to let them not matter in your world.
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I'd love to tell my body "my bestie was in pain, we had to get the dessert ontop of the carb loaded lunch, so could we just not process all that fat today? Thaks". Wouldn't that be freaking AWESOME!!
Bleh, I know, right? And other people's opinions really don't bother me. It's just this one particular person, who for reasons unknown, has the ability to get under my skin. If she were a super-villain, that would totally be her power--to shrink down to microscopic size, crawl through my pores, and just agitate the hell out of me.
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