The Jiggle in My Jello

There's too much * jiggle in my jello.*

Oh, I'm a curvy girl, and I don't mind that. But the amount of "extra" I've got covering up my natural curvaceousness has gotta go. Not because I'm not happy when I look in the mirror--I have actually heard of some type of reverse-anorexia where you look in the mirror and think you look thinner than you look (this is an ACTUAL thing). What I'm saying is, perhaps I'm not as mindful as I should be. Problem is, I'm only five-foot-two, and am many-a-pound beyond the target weight for a gal of my height. So it's time for me to get into better shape, not just for swimsuit season, but because I want to be healthier. And I really can't blame it on having two kids--I so don't want to be one of those ladies still lamenting her "baby weight" as she drops off her daughter at UCLA!

Starting tomorrow, I am going to begin documenting my progress. You know those people who can succeed without accountability? I am not those people. So tomorrow I will begin listing what I ate, and whether or not I exercised.

I'm a little nervous. I am addicted to chocolate and my body physically punishes me if I don't have it. I fear the detox process. After having my daughter, I told my OB at the follow-up appointment that I would happily knock over an old person just to get to some chocolate-covered-almonds. She looked at me kind of wide-eyed, but I was totally kidding! Sort of. So I am reeeeeally going to miss me some chocolate. Not saying I won't be having any chocolate-- NOTHING will be off-limits, actually. But if I don't want to have to type it, I can't eat it. Which translates to "If I don't want to have to type that I ate a box of Oreos as an afternoon snack, then I can't eat a box of Oreos as an afternoon snack."

Ohhhhh. Oreos. Dunked in cold milk.

I digress. I think this has the potential to really, seriously BITE. But on the other hand, perhaps I just might have some success.

Here's to a little less jiggle in my jello. :)