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Here I talk about my issues and my findings, without political correctness. I am not concerned with your issues, or your baggage, or what you may take from this. The title is "My Journey".

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

Specatular Swan Dive - an EASY 9.7 (golf clap)

I swan dived (swan dove?) last night. But it was planned.... sorta.

I started with corndogs for dinner. I had an Avon meeting / Christmas party to go to. I was nervous as hell, as I know NOONE there. NOONE. So I decided to compensate with yum. My PLAN was to have a decadent dinner (thus the corndogs) so I could control myself at the meeting by telling myself I've had enough calories for the day. The corndogs had put me 200 under my allotted amount. Still room for treats right?


Treats didn't even BEGIN to describe that buffet table. Imagine it... a roomful of Avon reps... most of them over 50. Bakers!!

Everything I ate was a ten. Butter tart, lots of shrimps, two shortbread cookies, an atrocious chocolate muffin thing that was yuck but I wasn't where I could spit so I had to swallow it, a two bite carrot cake (ooo, I wanted another, but I didn't do it), three (3!!) homeade M&M cookies, vegetables, four (4!!) ritz crackers with a seafood spread, and I think that's it. Either that, or I've blocked the rest.

My deal with myself was that I could have all that if I got up and Shredded today, which I did.

Thanks for listening,



sesame said...

You planned it, you earned it, you controlled it and you really enjoyed it. Atta Girl!

(joins in clapping)