Day 4: I Wanted to Throat Punch a Girl

 

I feel this way often...

 

So, it's day 4 of the diet.  I am alive. I am not hungry.  I am having a little food envy as I stare at the gourmet pizza that was delivered to our showroom for lunch, but God bless our super skinny receptionist for ordering a giant salad with it.  Thankfully, I know that the pizza will get me nowhere and I am resisting.  It's funny to me that I work in the fashion industry where all I ever see are stick people  and yet we order pizza and bbq during market for our customers. What?  Do the bar stools just drink water and eat salad?! I swear at breakfast, I watched as the girl beside me ate bisquits and gravy while I had some cottage cheese with blueberries.  I wanted to throat punch her. 

 

 

Traveling while dieting is definitely proving to be a little harder than anticipated.  I think that's true of any diet, but with me I travel for work constant so more prep is in order for the future.  Yesterday was a particularly stressful day, so I made myself at home at the gym for a nice workout and then took advantage of room service. The life of a salesman...

 

I will say, my mind set is changing though.  Instead of looking at my plush chair of a body with disgust, I'm saying to myself that it's temporary.  That my bar stool body is in my future. It's the debate of it being in my near future or not, but itt's definitely in my future. I'm happy to be in a place that I can say that. 

 

I finish up at the Dallas Market Sunday.. then home to wash, repack and out the door I go again Monday.  Next stop? New York, New York. God bless my job.

A Well-Upholstered Chair with Dreams of Being a Bar Stool

Well-upholstered: Overweight, obese, tubby. May refer to a man or woman. A person who would qualify as a hippo could be refered to as being "well upholstered." - Urban Dictionary

As I begin to venture on yet another weight loss journey, I have decided to try to find a little humor in the situation.  Dieting is never something anyone looks forward to, but it's something we must do when we find ourselves no longer a bar stool in the room, but a very well-upholstered chair.  Despite the comfort of the plush, well-upholstered chair, in actuality, the bar stool is the optimal choice when in social settings. 

And while the bar stool seems to be the more optimal choice in our society, it is not always the best choice. Some of us are not meant to be bar stools in life. And I'm one of them. Maybe a stool with a plush cushion, maybe that's more me? We'll see. Whatever chair silhouette or figure I end up with when this journey ends, the most important thing for me is to be happy with myself and who I am as a person. 

So what's the plan of attack? The Zone Diet.  Yeah. I can't say that grocery shopping and attempting to eat today hasn't given me severe anxiety with a side of heartburn.  The boyfriend aka Mountain Man suggested this diet since it was one he had done in the past with great success.  Overjoyed to have a partner in crime happy to take on this transformation, I agreed without thought.  It's hard dieting alone. Boo on that! 

The Zone Diet, and don't quote me as I am still learning how it works, has you eating in blocks.  Blocks of carbs, protein, and fat.  I've never had a diet that broke food down this way and thinking of a fruit as a carb because of the sugar is totally backasswards after being on other diets that pushed as many veggies and fruits as one could eat.  My main concern with this diet is really the fact that I travel so much for work.  My fear is that I'm going to end up taking 30 minutes to figure out what to eat because I have limited options.  And what about those catered meals or conferences?!?! I'll be the weird girl in the corner nibbling on weird combinations of food trying to adhere to the diet plan. Bring on the anxiety...

But to be honest, anxiety or not, this is the best thing for me right now.  Who doesn't want a boost of self-confidence? Truth is I lost a ton of weight the not so healthy way, divorce does that to ya.  Thankfully, I found myself again and now I've found someone that has shown me how to truly love again.  Of course, you know the saying, "Fat and happy!"  Yeah, that's me.. fell in love, got comfortable and the weight snuck back in.  I would never trade the happiness I've found, but the "fat" side of the saying needs to go.

So, here I am. Day one.  Looking at myself in the mirror all I can think is at least I'm a lovely well-upholstered chair that isn't an eyesore in the room.  I'm plush and covered in great fabric and no one can beat my feet.  I always have the best decorated feet.