Chub a chub chub, eating Fried Chicken in a Tub

So - I am procrastinating - just a bit.  I have my first meeting for a book club tonight.  How is it that I made it to 44 and never was part of a book club.  So the book I need to finish in a few hours is My Name is Memory.  I am enjoying it - but because I feel guilty about sitting an reading a book, I have to putz on the computer, do laundry and try to start to pack for Florida.  In the midst of all this - I was much angered to not have anything to wear.  Not for Florida.  For now - right this minute.

My size 12's are all a dream right now - and there isn't a 14 in the house.  The only two items I have that are 14's are summer skirts that don't hit my chubby knees.  I actually have my third pair of tights on and will put on boots to go with one of these pairs of tights.  All to pick up my kids from school and go to Shop Rite and fill up on Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi. 

The big let down was my Safety 12's (Calvin Klein's that say 12 - but fit like a bigger size) wouldn't button unless I laid on my bed and sucked in everything I had.  I stood up in such pain that I had to lay back down to take them off.  What were these safety jeans to me...  I would wear them once and they would fall down - just a matter of months ago.  Effing food.

So today, I have been perfect with my food.  I even walked the boys to school - it started to rain en route home so I couldn't tack on my extra mile.  I guess I could - I chose not to.  Of course I am thinking I will be the fattest at the book club...  Like that matters.  Fattest - but perhaps the most funny!!!!

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Here I go again...



How I have missed blogging - because in the end of I love writing - or I love talking and writing is another way of talking. (just without the Northern New Jersey Jewish accent).

I love the blogging community. Big fan of all the Canadians.

Lost my mom 7 weeks ago. No, I didn't misplace her, she died. Cancer. I once heard in a self help book that people who say "I can" all the time are the ones more prone to get Cancer. I thought it was smokers.

One "The Biggest Loser" tonight was a woman who lost her 3 year old son to Cancer. Did he say "I can" too much? Did he smoke? Doubtful. Go figure.

"The Biggest Loser" started it's 10th season. Can they say 10th season when they have 3 a year - it's like trimesters. Thank goodness for DVRs. I can stop and pee or fast forward during the home videos of people eating like a bad dream. Oddly enough I am somewhat envious for their ability to do that on camera.

My weight is up - 30 pounds from my lowest. Still quite a way from my highest- but still nothing to brag about - or even blog about.

I started walking. Well actually have been walking for about 43 years - but have been walking my kids to school for the last couple of weeks and then have been extending my walk an extra bit - to make 2.5 miles. The 2.5 has been the last 2 days. Two days, but still expect everyone to jump and tell me what a difference it has made and how toned I look. After all I did spend $95 on sneakers. Don't tell my husband - he'll have a stroke. But according to Jakub (I didn't spell this wrong) at the Sports Authority - I have a wide toe box and needed a shoe that would accommodate such imperfections. Wide toe box? I want to make it sound sexy and I just can't.