Damn, Dumb Pants

My jeans are way tight in the belly. And not the smaller ones.

I never had belly problems when I was young. I had a flat stomach and a tiny waist. My body has changed so much.

I’m busting out of these things. I can barely breathe.

I thought I’d be losing weight this week. Now I’m not so sure.

I will probably have oatmeal tonight while the rest of my family eats McDonald’s (at Aislyn’s request), which is alright. I’m not a huge fast food fan, anyway.

Every now and then, it tastes good, especially the French fries. But mostly, it doesn’t appeal to me and I’d much rather something else.

I like salad, but it has to have lots of fixings. Egg, chicken, at least a little cheese, a few croutons, dressing, nuts, in addition to the vegetables, or I’m not really interested in that, either.

I like Italian food, like pasta, eggplant Parmesan, pizza.

I love lobster.

Ice cream.

Chocolate.

Okay, these pants? Cutting off my circulation. Gotta change.

Guess I probably shouldn’t count on losing this week.

It’s true this past week was slower. Let me look at my steps…wow, yup. 20, 19, 15, 13, 12. Still pretty good, though, if you consider the goal for most people is 10, and WW sets my personal goal at only 6.5.

So I don’t know what the problem is.

And that’s just what the problem is. I don’t know. Because I don’t track. I was supposed to track this week every time I blogged. But did I? Nope. Forgot, mostly.

Maybe I should set an alarm. Alarms seem to work very well for me. As long as I don’t ignore them. But what time? Or times?

4:55 a.m. Because that’s right about the time I start my first post. Done.

4:55 p.m. Because that’s the next time I’ll need to.

6:45 p.m. Just in case.

Okay. We’ll see how this goes.