Thin Mints are an Oxymoron

Well, my journey to bikini was thrown a curve ball. A curve ball in the shape of round, little COOKIES! It's Girl Scout cookie time, and my home is filled with boxes of the yummy creations. The boxes arrived on Friday. Today is Sunday, and the past few days have been quite a struggle.

I wish I could be the kind of person who can avoid the delicious treats (that are only available once a year which makes them taste even better). I really do! But, alas, I am not. My idea of eating one thin mint is to eat one entire sleeve of thin mints. Now, for the record, I have not - and I repeat - have NOT eaten an entire sleeve today, yesterday, or even Friday when the villains disguised in cute, little, green outfits delivered their contraband to my home.

Although I must confess, I have had, eh-hum, a few... just to be polite, of course.

Superman is brought to his knees with kryptonite. Show me a pretty, purple box of Samoas (a.k.a. Caramel Delites), and it's all over. The head games start immediately.

For example, yesterday morning I needed to take my daughter for an eye exam. We were playing our usual game of beat-the-clock and the clock was winning. As I filled my thermos with coffee, my internal discussion went something like this:

..."hmmm, a few thin mints sure would taste good with this java. I don't have time to make egg whites and broccoli. Each cookie is a mere 40 calories. That's nothing! I can have 2 or 3 and still have consumed less calories than my normal breakfast."

The only problem with this rationalization is that this breakfast WAS nothing. No protein, no nothing. Just a full on sugar fest.

So I'm trying to re-strategize my thinking and rid myself of these demons.... by donating all of the remaining boxes to the food bank!!!

To Bikini or Mumu?

What do you do when you have a degree in kinesiology, earn a living as a personal trainer, yet weigh more today than you did after giving birth to 3 children in 4 years?

Knowing what to do and actually doing it can be a difficult choice.

I know what to do. I know how to fix this. What I need is motivation and accountability.

Sooooo, recently I booked a trip to a swanky, adults only hotel in Mexico. The type of hotel you don't wear a frumpy Mom-suit by the pool. We are talking brazilian string bikinis. Ugh!!!! Hence, MOTIVATION.

Kicking my own ass isn't a problem. I will gladly exercise until the cows come home. What I struggle with is.... how should I put this... being happy (which I blame solely on my husband). Before I met him, I was a struggling, single mother of young children who weighed 25 pounds less than this married mother of teenagers. No lie. 25 freaking pounds!!!! When I am miserable, I don't eat. When I am happy, I LOVE to eat. So all of this happy, wining and dining stuff has landed me with a body I don't even recognize.

Enough is enough!!

As of today, I have decided to bare it all (and I am not talking skin). I am inviting you on my no holds barred journey to squeeze back into a bikini and not hide under a mumu in Mexico. I pledge to document daily the good, the bad, and most certainly the ugly. Please, please, please.... help keep me ACCOUNTABLE for my actions. I hate disappointing anyone. Deal?