I have been a baaaad

Flaabing blogger. Well.

Good in the fact that I

DID lose the weight.

(umm...booty shake anyone?)

But bad since I haven't

blogged in decades. I have been

one sick mama...which is

the major reason for the

major weight loss, thank you

very much. But heyy...no one

said it had to be done one specific

way. So if having a major case of

the flu was the way to get the

job accomplished-so be it.

Also, I broke out the old

figure skates and hit the ice

to get a little work-out in.

Since figure skating has ALWAYS

been my very favorite form of

exercise. I was a tad bit rusty...

and my legs totally felt every

single push, twist and turn.

But that isn't the point. The

point issssss...Mister Wee

WILL NOT be seeing any

money in his future. Or at

least not any of my money.

Boooya!

December 28th:

Christmas is out of the way.

(i asked santa to bring me a smaller waist)

The sweetness of cookies, cakes

and candy are coming to an end.

The motivation and free time to

start running again is right around

the corner. Which means...

sorry Mister Wee...I just don't think

you're going to be seeing any of

my money. Mmm...nope.

I purchased the most sexy and

sassy (sort of) dress for New Years

Eve and I simply CAN'T WAIT to

wear it. Since I'll be a whole five pounds

less and all. Holla. Holla. Holla.

Dear Belly,

I know you love peanut butter. I

get it. But if you could please stop

craving peanut butter sandwiches

late at night I'd appreciate it.

Because see...when you have

these pb sandwich cravings, I

go and do something crazy like

feed them to you. And well, when that

happens...I end up feeling ill.

Because as much as I adore peanut

butter...and their yumminess when

spread over pieces of bread-I just

can't handle it late at night. Especially

when laying down in bed. Are you happy

that I feel all sorts of icky? Psh.

So just stop it.

Ya'hear? It is unneccessary. Uncalled for.

And I'm finished with it.

Thanks.

Love,

Amanda (the one who fulfills your every need)

I went shopping for a New Years

Eve dress the other night. Oh

the choices and the cute fabulousness

I found hanging on the racks. I'm

not exactly sure what my New Years

Eve night is going to entail...but

I figure I should have a dress regardless.

After trying on dress after dress

and not exactly loving the results...

I figured I'd wait until after Christmas,

and hopefully a pound or two less

until I actually settle with something.

Psh.

Dear New York City,

Oh how you slay me. For real.

I'm a tad bit obsessed with

everything you have to offer.

Especially the ridiculous

amounts of exercise you give

my little legs. In the hustle and

bustle that is New York...I can't

help but feel the burn in my short

sticks. Of course, it is an even

bigger burn sensation when I'm

running late for work and I must

really high-tail it through the busy

madness. I appreciate the fact

that you understand I'm trying to

lose these few pounds in order to

keep any money out of Mr. Wee's hands.

I always knew we were tight like that, NY!

But if only you didn't have yummy

and very tempting food at every street

corner. . .(I'm just saying).

Current Status:

Eating: Pasta salad. Thank you kitchen at work for providing such tasty delights!
Drinking: Coffee.
Craving: Nothing...wow.
Resisting: Again...nothing.
Exercise: My city.
Poundage Lost: Baby steps, folks.

How exactly is one supposed to

diet when your work sends you

to events hosted by the Deen brothers

at a bakery...to bake cookies? Is that

even fair? Mmmm. . .

December 16th:

If no one sees me eating

it...it doesn't count...rightttt??

Kay. Just wanted to make

sure. Thanks. That is all.

Current Status:

Eating: Turkey sandwich and a pickle.
Drinking: Rosenbergs Iced Tea.
Craving: A donut with sprinkles. (please)
Resisting: The donut.
Exercise: Christmas shopping.
Poundage Lost: I'm getting there!

Current Status: Hungryyyy.

I went to this Dove event

for work today. Talk about

a room filled with skinny

women! No for real. These

ladies were thin. Which makes

sense...because at the event,

where I was told I'd be served

lunch...I had a meal of which

consisted of a normal persons

appetizers.

But it was yummy nonetheless.

I did however feel like I was

on an episode of the new 90210

series.

Even stretching that picture

out doesn't make them look

fat. Gosh for bid! You can't

actually tell me you'd rather

have this...

                                                 Plain and very boring celery stick                                                                                           

Over this...

                                             Delicious and very greasy cheese pizza.                                                                                                            

Well I know that I can't

tell you I'd rather have the

celery stick over the pizza.

But that is probably why I'm

not standing among those three

90210 gals.

Oh well . . .

I had a talk with one of

Santa's elves yesterday

in Santaland.

(8th floor of Macys...amazing)

As I was gawking and gasping

at the wonders of the North

Pole...and anxiously waiting

my turn to sit on the lap of

Santa...I was telling the

sweet elf...who was totally

hitting on me right in front of

my boyfriend...that I was going to

ask Santa for a job. He told me

to blame it on the economy.

(Which is technically true in my case)

But he was saying that these days,

everyone uses the excuse of the

economy. So why not my failed

attempt of dieting? Because duh.

It is SO the economy that is

messing me up. Don't believe me?

Go ask that elf. He'll tell you what's up.

But seriously. I'm running out

of excuses as to why it is

so hard to be strict with a diet.

I just can't seem to discipine

myself. But the stupid economy

seems to be the perfect scapegoat.

Don't you think?

Ugh. I just don't know how people

do it.

                                                  Doesn't she ever just want a great

                                                         big chocolate chip cookie?

If I looked like that...I know

that I sure would.

My Current Status:

Eating: Fairy Tale Fruit Snacks.
Drinking: Rosenbergs Ice Tea.
Craving: Chipotle.
Resisting: Peanut Butter Twix.
Exercise: The mall.
Poundage Lost: Not-Guilty.

December 7:

But today I was strong.

(Sort of) I crumble.

Usually. And not that

I didn't eat a donut from

Dunkin' Donuts this morning

or anything, because I did,

strawberry frosting-green sprinkles.

Delish. Neither here nor there.

But I was goooood other then

that. For real life. Believe me.

Oh. And maybe I did eat a

Peanut Butter Twix, but I needed

it badly. But thennn...the good

part kicked in. Because see,

I walked about a million avenues

and streets in New York City.

North, South, East, West.

Yupp. I was allll over. I practically

saw the pounds melting (freezing?)

off me. I am such a rawkstar.

Sorry Mister Wee, you're not

going to be seeing any of my

money.

PS...Dear Size 6,

You will be seeing me soon.

Love,

Amanda.

Current Status:

Eating: Nothing. It is 12:54 at night, and

I refuse to munch on that other Peanut

Butter Twix staring at me.
Drinking: Oh nothinggg.
Craving: Sleep. Bryant Park.
Resisting: Eating the Twix.
Exercise: New York City.
Poundage Lost: 5. (but not really)

But for now...I'll stick to my

size 8's. And truth be told, I

really love my size 8's. But

since I'm not allowing Mister

Wee to get a drop of my 50

bucks...to the gym I shall go. . .

December 4th:

Arggg. (That is the pirate in me complaining)

Instead, I really wish the pirate

in me were saying I just got some

booty...but alas, my buckaroos,

that is not what this is about.

I have never been a gym goer.

Unless I'm using it as a tactic

to scope out good looking men.

But since I sweated my butt off

on the eliptical for reasons other

then scoring a date, or just plain

scoring...I shall say Arggg. Because,

well, the gym is awful. All I could think

about as my legs were burning was

the taste of a big hotdog.

I guess it is fair to admit that I'm

not a diet die-hard. But don't think

I'm throwing in the towel. Because

I'm not. Because when January 5th

rolls around, you'll be seeing a newer,

sleeker and probably very bitter hungry

Amanda.

December 2nd:

I am not off to a good start.
I want to be. But I can't
turn my mouth away from
all of the yummy bad crap around me.
It is so hard.

I ate Wendy's today for
lunch. And I didn't even feel
guilty. But yes. I know I
should have felt guilty. I
know that I should feel guilty.
But when chowing down on
such a delicious greasy mess,
guilt just doesn't quite cross
my mind.

My Current Status. . .

Eating: Scoops Tostito Chips and salsa.
Drinking: Rosenbergs Ice Tea.
Craving: An Egg McMuffin.
Resisting: (going to try to resist) Stopping at McDonalds
on my way into work tomorrow morning.
Exercise: Not so much.
Poundage Lost: I'll get back to you tomorrow.

Pictures to follow. Just as soon
as I upload them. Geez is it a
hassle to upload from my camera
to my laptop.

*Note to self...while pictures
are uploading, do a small work-out.

December 1st:

I  should probably start this
diet blog. I should have
probably started it when I
I sold my belly and bad eating
habits away to Mister Wee*
last week. But lets all be serious
with ourselves for a second.
Thanksgiving slash Christmas
is really the worst time for anyone
to dedicate themselves to a
diet. Especially me.

There I am. The one that doesn't have
red hair. The one that is older, yet
shorter. Hmpf.

So because I knew I'd be one
sick weakling when it came to
second helpings as they passed
around the green bean casserole*...
I decided to put the diet off.
(Plus...how difficult can losing
five pounds by January 5th be?)
Mmmm. Don't answer that.

Here is the deal...
I said, I committed, I will
lose five pounds by January
5th. Or else...Mister Wee
will get 50 smackeroos. And
well, that just isn't happening
as far as I'm concerned.
So what. Maybe I'm not the
best when it comes to turning
down a Wendy's Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger
or McDonald's Chicken Nuggets at
the late hours of the evening. And
sure, maybe I have been known to
devour a bag of Ranch Doritos when
the clock turns 1am. Perhaps I am really
good at ordering a small cheese
pizza when I come home from the
bar, and don't think I won't hesitate to smack
away anyones hand that comes within
reaching distance. (If you wanted pizza, you
should have ordered it) But that doesn't
mean I can't change. It doesn't mean
that I won't change. At least until
I prove I can do it, and I know there
is no money going to Mister Wee.
So let the journey begin. Hang
with me. It might be a bumpy ride.
Seeing as I'm already not doing so
well. I let myself wait until after
Thanksgiving...and I'm going to
try with all of my might not to let
Christmas get the best of me. And
my waistline. It will be a battle.
A battle of the late night munchies. . .