It's true; I have found ways to trick myself into believing that my metabolism hasn't ran off it my daily box of Junior Mints (the big box, not the one serving size). I've been able squeeze into stretch jeans that are still a size 8, if you look real close you'll notice the jeans are uncomfortably transparent. And I've been able to stay the same belt size by keeping the actual belt and just upgrading to bigger buckles. You know, little tricks of the trade...
Yesterday I reached my breaking point as I finished off one box of Junior Mints, cracked open another one all the while making marshmallow treats with Life cereal (I don't recommend Life cereal mixed with marshmallows unless desperate, I was desperate). And so I spent the day slightly depressed popping Junior Mints like they were crack in a box and telling myself that on Monday (today) I was going to stop with the fooling around and get this hot little bod in shape.
The problem I have, besides being married to one of the biggest candy junkies ever to grace this green earth, is that I'm not very self disciplined. Once in 2000 I had a burst of self-disciple when I determined that I needed to quite drinking the 1 litter of Barq's Rootbeer (Barq's has bite) that was my life blood. I'm proud to say that I haven't had one carbonated drink since that resolution.
And so, in my quest to obtain self discipline, un-dimple my hiney, and become a legit size 8; I'm going to week by week, do one thing to make my life healthier. I'm also going to challenge my blogging BFF's who have their own boxes of crack (aka: Dove chocolate, MnM's, Ice Cream, Whoppers or heck, actual crack...) to join in the Anti-Dimpled Hiney Challenge.
Join me if you need a little "uplifting", encourage me if you're content with the condition of your bikini clad booty.
This week, I'm going to begin by drinking more water. See this:
Nate told me that "ideally" you're suppose to drink 3 of these a day. Yeah, If I drink three of these a day I might as well strap an outhouse to my butt. It's been scientifically proven that I have one of the smallest bladders in existence and unless I find a job testing the direction the water flows in a toilet, three quarts of water is not an option.
And so, I will try to drink as many of these as possible without having to move my computer and phone into the handicap bathroom stall. When I start to feel like eating, I'll take a swig of water and skip along the beach (in a thong) on my merry way. Who wants to join me....(thong is optional)?
See how sexy we will be...