Pigalicious

Thursday, October 29, 2009

breakfast (190):
Life cereal w/ skim milk (190)

snack (145):
apple (110)
Laughing Cow Light Swiss (35)

lunch (300):
White Chicken Chili (157)
14 baked tortilla chips (120)
1 T. light sour cream (23)

dinner (???):
some kind of chicken casserole my dear mother-in-law made (so grateful to not eat another sandwich) and a WHOLE bunch of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. Delicious and Oh-So-Bad for the calorie count

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Reasons to Get Fit

I've got something sassy for Valentine's Day hiding in my closet.
Stuart's high school reunion.
So I can zip up my boots without all the acrobatics.
My boots aren't suppose to slouch, and I'd like it if they didn't anymore.
I don't want my kids to think that running away from me will do them any good.
Wouldn't it be fun to put on my wedding dress again?
I wear a size 11 ring! Who wears a size 11?!
The hot pink shirt in my closet.
We're getting together with old high school friends this Summer.
Three words: ward pool party.
My baby brother is dropping pounds at basic training. I'd like to have a few gone myself when he comes home.
My brother's wedding reception is coming up.
For some reason my husband wants to see me naked.
I need all the endorphins I can get.
For confidence.
Madilyn told me she wasn't going to be a fat mommy when she grows up.
I hate feeling like an over bloated cow.
I saw a "26.2" sticker on a car window the other day and kind of wished I had one.
So I can cross my legs gracefully.
I'll get to wear the clothes that have been sitting in my closet for several years now.
My almost 6 year-old started calling me "Big Mama".
My five year old has started poking my stomach.
I'd like my shadow to have a better shape.
I wasted my pretty years being fat. Now that they're past I'd like to have a shot at stylish and sophisticated.
So my chest will stick out further than my stomach for a change.
To spare my joints any more time being overloaded.
I'd like to walk up to the church and like what I see in the door's reflection.
So I can find my ribs again.
I'd like a jawline.
My husband and I haven't had pictures taken together since our wedding. It'd be nice to be thin enough that I'm willing to pose for the camera.
I had set a goal to be skinny by 30, but ended up pregnant that year. Now I'm hoping to get the weight off before I turn 31.
Maybe I'll feel like doing things again.
I'm tired of anything with an elastic waist band riding up to find the smallest possible section of my midriff giving me major wedgies.
I want to be thin before I'm too old for my skin to snap back once the weight is gone.
Maybe I can get rid of some of the pills I'm taking.
I haven't worn lingere in forever.
My kids have started making comments about me being fat.
If I have another baby I'd like a shot at being "cute pregnant".
I'm tired of seeing my stomach lie on my lap.
I want awesome, visable collar bones.
I have elephant knees.
I hate the sound of my legs rubbing together when I walk.
To feel better about me!
So shopping will be fun again.
I don't like wearing belts. They're uncomfortable.
Belts only look good on people who don't need them.
Maintaining a healthy lifestyle coincides with the Word of Wisdom.
I know I'd be happier in a smaller size.
My skin looks better when I exercise.
Shorts don't look good on fat chicks.
Neither do capris.
Or anything for that matter.
I'm tired of shopping in fat girls stores.
I'd like to ride a motorcycle. Fat chicks just don't look as good on a bike.
I'd like to learn how to ski some day.
I want to run a 5k.
One chin is plenty for anyone.
I have an unsightly double bum.
I hate feeling my back wiggle when I stir something or use the salt and pepper.
I'm tired of looking like I have double decker boobs.
I don't like my face jiggling when I scrub dishes.
I'm afraid of diabetes.
My 53 year old mother walks faster than me.
I live in mountain country and never hike.
To look like I belong in a sports car.
So I can take my kids swimming.
I'd like to play with my kids instead of watching them.
I'd like to go to the Bahamas some day. When I do I want to look like I belong on the beach and not in the ocean.
I want to be a runner.
To feel touchable.
I'm tired of having a chinest (chin+neck+chest).
To be a better example for my daughters.
I'm not afraid of dying young. I'm afraid of living forever, incapable of anything but sitting in front of the television.

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Thursday, October 29, 2009

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