tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2676864308205978452024-03-14T18:58:58.237+11:00Jane D'oh says the Fat Must Go!Jane D'ohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739929965024244166noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267686430820597845.post-25787057108772631972010-08-09T11:44:00.000+10:002010-08-09T11:44:05.867+10:00Four Days LaterOK, so it's four days later and I haven't dropped from junk food withdrawals. I did have a stinker headache yesterday but I am unsure if that was bought on by withdrawals/detox or the fact that I spent the afternoon sniffing bleach whilst doing house cleaning. <br />
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One thing has come to light over the last four days... whilst I may know a bit about healthy eating, after entering a typical days food into Calorie King I now also know that I have a lot of bad habits to change! Skipping breakfast, little to no exercise, huge lunch, 3pm sugar fix, huge dinner and sometimes dessert to top it off.... yikes and triple yikes. <br />
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On the bright side I have also used Calorie King to plan my weekly meal plan. When you start comparing a punnet of strawberries to the daily chocolate dose and you can suddenly see which is the better option ( uh, like fruit vs chocolate wasn't an easy thing anyway. But sometimes you need to see the numbers to accept that common fact!)<br />
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Speaking of strawberries, that's what I've got for my morning snack today. However, I have to wait until the sales meeting finishes, someone else can man the phones and I can duck off to wash the buggers before consuming them. (the strawberries, not my co-workers) <br />
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I'm also wondering.... is four days too quick to notice any difference in weight? I swear this morning when I put my wedding band on it was easier to do so. Usually I have to squish it on and then it's tight as all hell. This morning required no squishing. <br />
It may have been my imagination, but it put me in a great mood for the morning. And anything that puts me in a good mood, is just fine by me. You've got to love a dose of the warm fuzzies!Jane D'ohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739929965024244166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267686430820597845.post-6002232610256494022010-08-05T13:34:00.000+10:002010-08-05T16:05:31.654+10:00D'oh!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT91V6M2VRU/TForuug39sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ha3IDO7iUFc/s1600/polar-bear-face-palm-thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tT91V6M2VRU/TForuug39sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ha3IDO7iUFc/s320/polar-bear-face-palm-thumbnail.jpg" /></a></div>This morning I was at the local cafe, waiting for my coffee to be brewed and idly flicking through <em>The Australian Womens Weekly</em> and half reading the "omigod we've got a female ginger Prime Minister. Rock the Girl Power! Whoo Yeah!" article. (Whoo yeahs may have been optional...)<br />
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The chair I was sitting in was a ... snug... fit for my behind. But I got into it, so I'll be fine. It seemed sturdy and wasn't giving out any alarming creaks or groans.<br />
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My coffee and bacon & egg roll was delivered to me and I went to stand, coffee in one hand, food in the other. <br />
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And the chair came with me.<br />
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The chair was stuck. On my arse. <br />
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I froze. What do I do? Naturally I can't walk off with the lovely cafe owners chair glued to my butt. I made a slight movement to put down my coffee so I could remove the chair when gravity helped out and the chair slid off my backside and hit the floor with a clunk that could be heard over cafe chatter and the coffee machine. <br />
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All eyes were on me. I walked from the cafe, my eyes down and my face burning red from embarrassment. <br />
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My Name is Jane D'oh and I say... the Fat Must Go! <br />
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This is my wild ride.. I'm going from Couch Potato to Fat Burning Machine. And you're all comin' with me.Jane D'ohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739929965024244166noreply@blogger.com1