Acta Non Verba

Talk about a wake up call! I just got the pictures from Halloween and my Alice in Wonderland costume and all I can say is OMG! That will serve as motiviation for a long long time. I look terrible! It's like Alice at the cookie that turned her into the Michelin man. I was feeling okay earlier this morning but that just sent me falling down the rabbit hole. Yikes! Glad I passed on that donut this morning because I wouldn't have been able to live with myself. It's like in our heads we can make these excuses and talk ourselves out of reality and make ourselves feel better. Self preservation is a load of crap. The reality is that I am overweight. Maybe not by catastrophic proportions but enough to make me unhealthy and my pants a little too tight. I wore this pair of jeans the other day and I am pretty sure I sliced my spleen in half. Who wants to be that uncomfortable? Not me thank you very much. I am tired of unbuttoning, covering, elastic-ing my life. Seeing those pictures was...well....devestating. I can't continue down this path. I need to treat myself better because I have a 4 year old that's counting on me to live a long and healthy life. A couple girls at work are reading The Diet Cure. I think I'll pick it up this weekend. After all the holiday party is in exactly 4 and 1/2 weeks. So the new motto is Acta Non Verba. Deeds not words. Happy Friday everyone!

Days 17 and 18

So today was the big Halloween party at work and our building decided to have a potluck. Oh my stars. A room full of temptation and sin. I made pulled pork sandwiches from scratch. The good news is after two days of cooking the meat my entire apartment smells like roast pig and I had zero desire to eat it. I also made brownies and cupcakes. I'm not a big sweets person so that side of the buffet was of little interest to my inner salt fiend. But on the other side of the deliciously abundent food line was artichoke dip, spinach dip, pasta salads, chili, tamales...I could go on. I had just a little bit of everything and didn't over eat. I was super proud of myself. I wasn't perfect but I kept the sinning to a minimum. I dressed as a dead flapper (complete with a pearl string bruise from being strangled) and everyone loved my costume. Somehow I keep getting the feeling that I am missing some sort of creative calling. I had a couple people ask me today what the heck I was doing in accounting. What am I doing in accounting? I am not ungrateful for a steady job with a great company but I think that I have missed the career boat being here in accounting. Tonight off to see Boondock Saints II and then to check out Johnny's new bar in Redondo. I'll probably meet up with my pals Jack and Diet, but just to say hey...