Jesus, if the alcohol isn't pickling my liver, the cola is just eating it away.

The irony is the fact that I presently call my recent persona just a shell of my former self.  In reality, the shell (of my former self) has a cushion around every nook and cranny.

Since hurting my ankle a few weeks ago, I stopped going to the gym which, of course, gave me permission to garnish each lunch with bacon like it were parsley. Then more wine flowed in the evening than should have...so much so that I wouldn't consider giving blood.  My portions were both mine and the rest of the girls' dinner.  (That leftover buttery pasta always looks good!) I am starting my day with either chocolate chip muffins or bagels with two cream cheeses.  (Have you ever noticed that the individual cream cheeses are good for 1.3 of the bagel so you have to buy two?)  And don't get me started on all the soda.  Jesus, if the alcohol isn't pickling my liver, the cola is just eating it away.

Anyway, a year ago, I lost 12 pounds and felt great.  But I knew that it could be a matter of time when I could teeter to the other side and gain that 12 back.  I think I have...again, the batteries in my scale are dead and I don't want to change them.  But on Sunday, I need to buckle down.  My changes will not be about pre-purchased meal plans, points, lap bands or diet pills.  It is about the only thing that works...portion control and common sense.  Going back to my brown bag lunch and hitting the gym (my ankle is better).  God, I am going to be cranky for awhile...

I will have a new appreciation for those Facebook photos of odd dinners--grills full of meat with a note that the side of beef dinner will be accompanied with some macaroni salad (and no mention of leafy greens).  Pictures like that usually turn me off of any food for awhile...so please keep them coming.

But in the meantime, I have given myself 36 hours for my "back to the slim JCW" way...so today, I have had 3 meals...two of them had prosciutto in them.