I'm kind of back. Sorta. Kinda. Maybe.
Everytime I tried to come back, I read my last post and realized that after reaching goal, the wind went out of my sails, and the reason (anger over losing Polar) of why I was pushing so hard just left.
And I felt sad. And then it happened again. Pearl, Polar's sister, had a spinal stroke which caused Wobblers, the same thing from which Polar died. Then she developed diabetes from the steroids which were treating her Wobblers. Needless to say, it was a tug-of-war in which she would undoubtedly come out the loser no matter which ailment we treated.
So she was put to sleep...on Memorial Day.
And I ate.
I ate 15 pounds back onto my butt, thighs, face, etc...so I'm back in my next attempt to get down to 145, a weight I have not seen since highschool as you may remember.
This time I am not doing Medifast strictly. I have found these Eating Right micro meals which I love, because let's face it, I am one lazy cook. The rest will be the same, several small, low cal meals /snacks throughout the day, and water water water. Also P90x, elliptical, and some Jillian MIchaels thrown in there to keep me honest...cause let's face it she is one scary bitch who would scare the fur off a grizzly.
Oh, and walks every morning...with this guy.
His name is also Taco because he loves to steal them, when you are mid-bite. No joke.
So here I am...I'm back if you will have me my friends! On to the next weight loss goal!