So glad it's Wednesday...

I'm freakin' tired! I go to school 5 days a week but Monday-Wednesday are my longest days which are full of my hardest classes (Microbiology and Immunology). I had two tests this week and the last one was today, so tonight I can just do what I want to do and not have to worry about studying til Sunday.

I've decided that I'm going to jog on the treadmill for a while during the CMA's. I want to try to get an hour in tonight, especially because I had a chili dog for lunch and some chocolate covered pretzels. I'm trying not to look at things like that as cheating, and instead just say..."Ok, you had that, so you'll need to do a little extra when you work out." Because if I just think I'm cheating and it was horrible and bad then I get discouraged and don't want to do anything except feel sorry for myself.

I'm really, really trying to make sure that this is the LAST TIME. :)

Sometimes I just want to scream. I don't know what it's going to take for me to ever stick with anything. As far as my weight goes, that is. 

One thing I'm pretty proud of this time is the fact that I have been pop-free for about a month and a half now. That has never been done. And, this week I have decided to switch to unsweetened tea instead of sweetened. We'll see how long that lasts.


I need to be blogging every...single...day. I really wonder if that will help keep me on track. I didn't blog often before and it got me nowhere. So maybe switching everything up will be the way to go.

So here is day one of blogging...day two of starting over, again.

And I'm off!

1....2...3....       GO.

What is this, attempt number 98785979??

I'm so over this whole being fat/dieting/falling off crap. I mean really. What IS it that keeps me from doing what I need to do? It's not that I don't have the tools...it's not that I don't have the knowledge of what needs to be done...it's the fact that I am still too damn lazy to do anything about it. Lazy! Not motivated! It sucks and I'm tired of it. I'm now 27 years old and I was told when I donated blood that my blood pressure was a point higher than it should have been, and that my cholesterol is high. That right there should have scared me onto the treadmill.


So...today is Saturday, March whatever. I'll be graduating college in a year and 2 months. Starting life over in Tulsa. Starting a new job at some hospital or clinic. Trying to get serious about maybe finding husband #2. And in 5 months I'll be going to Miami. Who wants to go to Miami being fat and feeling uncomfortable the whole time? Not me.


So, as of today, attempt 98785979 is happening.