Anne said I was brave to post the before pictures of myself. I don't really think it was all that brave.

Notice I cut my head off. That's the worst part. Double chin and all.

I'm coming to the end of this first week of the CWLE. I didn't do that well. But I didn't do that bad either (comparitively speaking).

I'm going to post some of the positives of this week.

Here goes....

**I limited myself to 2 hershey's kisses per day. Work is abounding with Hershey's kisses and the box that holds them is of course on my desk...inches away from my mouth. 2 a day is miraculous...almost.

**I used the treadmill 3 times this week. One night I even ran for 5 minutes in total. That is sooo awesome for me!!!!

**Last night instead of ordering in pizza or KFC we went to Safeway and got subs (I got the 'Hail Ceasear Sub' and a cesear salad. Not completely WW friendly, but not pizza, right?

**I ate lunch at work 4 days this past week. & when I did go out for food I went to Safeway and got a sub and soup(not BK or McDicks). Better choices.

**Tonight is my first drink of the week. This is good for me. Over the holidays I got into the habit of having a drink or two almost every day. Eek.

That's all I can think of right now. Thanks for listening & wish me luck for tomorrow!

I'm just going to throw the number out there.


260

Last Night I had the fabled Last Supper. You know the one you have before you go on THE DIET. There was pizza, breadsticks, ceaser salad, chips, vodka and pepsi. Now this morning, 8 hours later, I feel ill. I'm bloated, I feel gross, I've got heartburn, diarrhea, general uckiness, short tempered and gross flatulence. Ugh.

This is really motivating me for the CWLE, let me tell you. I do not want to voluntarily feel like this again.

I'm sure I'll be popping back in today or tomorrow with the results of the dreaded weigh-in. Gulp.

I'm scared to weigh myself on Sunday.

I'm scared to do it. I know I've gained a shitload of weight since I fell of the bandwagon in June. I'm sitting here typing right now and my shirt is riding up and my belly is getting in the way of my arms. That's how bad it's gotten.

I'm terrified.

Me and my IRL friend are going to do the 2007 Carrandrea Weight Loss Extravaganza.

What is this CWLE you ask? This is it in a nutshell:

We are both poor young women wanting to lose weight and be healthier. We have had success with Weight Watchers in the past but neither of us can afford to attend the meetings which is what we think motivated us the most.

We are going to meet once a week and instead of paying WW 12 of our hard earned dollars we are going to put 5 dollars each into a pool and whoever has lost the most weight at the end of 10 weeks gets the moolah. Which if I've calculated right is 100 bucks. A nice little sum of money.



Don't tell her, but I'm gonna win that money. Buwahahahahaha.

I've got the motivation. I've got the treadmill. I've the culinary talents. I've got the will. & I've even got a Hitched girl at my back helping me along!

I'm gonna do it.

We're weighing in on Sunday for the first time. She's got a kickass scale.

I can do this.

Today I've done 15 minutes on the treadmill. I can do this. I can do this.

Today, Andrew has a playdate with some of the Hitched kidlets. It will be nice to get out of the house and do something non-family related. Thankfully he decided to nap this morning, b/c he usually naps in the afternoon.

Tonight, Grandma and Grandpa are taking the baby overnight and Mommy and Daddy are having a Grown Up night!!!!!! We haven't had a night without the baby since our friends wedding (August, 2006). I'm so stoked right now.

Today I can't think about losing weight. I can't think about making healthy choices. Tonight we're going to the Olive Garden for Supper (Tour of Italy here I come!) and then we're going drinking with my Aunt that's in from out of town. :)

But I'm going to make one anyways. I've got to make one.

I am out of control. I have gained so much weight I'm scared to step on the scale. Barely any of my clothes fit anymore. I'm having breathing problems again. Everything feels like soooo much work.

I've got to make a resolution surrounding weight loss. I've got to make a change.

I will make a change. I will ask for help. I will eat well. I will exercise. I will shop well. I will do things well.

I will.

Andrew was lucky enough to have Santa come to his great-grandma's. He was too scared to sit on Santa's knee though. Mrs. Claus worked a lot better...