First things first… thank you to the volunteers who so generously offered to share their motivational stories (see yesterday’s blog post). I have about 8 volunteers so far, so the rest of you would-be volunteers have about 8 weeks to get up the guts to inspire your receptacles off! To those who volunteered… I know I said I’d be sending you further information later… and by later I mean tomorrow since I’m too brain dead right now to string a bean rather than a sentence!
The past couple of weeks have been less than stellar for me in the eating department. The exersaucing department I pretty much have down, except for the weight lifting portion… SNORE ME A RIVER… but for some reason that stupid counting calories thing brings out the ole stubborn horn on occasion. Sometimes I just don’t want to say NO to drugs… errr… food. I think that’s only human… we ain’t all cookie cutter Marcia Bradys whose only mistake in life was having a sister named Jan! I’m finding that I’m torn between wanting to scold myself for making bad eating decisions and yet wanting to just throw caution to the wind and go hog wild. Scolding has never helped me… it’s only ever made things worse because emotional eating thrives on feeling down on yourself. I can guarantee the self-scolding that’s been going on these past few weeks has been a major contributor to feeling like I want to make a batch of cookies and eat them ALL!
So, after another not-so-in-control weekend of smorgasbording, Monday night I decided I needed to be kind to myself. Do something that would make me smiley and giggley and like I was 4 years old again. So I done drug my scolded receptacle to the new Winnie The Pooh Movie. Winnie and Whitney have a lot in common… firstly, our names rhyme… secondly, I was jaundiced at birth (you can’t tell me Winnie don’t look yellowish)… thirdly, the fluff we both have for brains thinks about food a LOT… and lastly, we always have good intentions even if things don’t turn out the way we had planned.
I sat in that theater seat, old enough to be most of the attendee’s grandmother and I had a good ole time. The movie was totally adorable, funny, and just what the doctor ordered (why don’t doctors order me to watch more Pooh movies rather than take another pill… seriously now). I’m sure it didn’t solve any of my calorie counting issues (heck, I ate a bag of sour patch kids sitting in the theater) but it taught me that life ain’t all about perfection and the Brady Bunch Syndrome… and sometimes that’s okay, by durn it! Thank you, Eeyore, Tigger, Owl, Kanga, Roo, Christopher Robin, Rabbit, Piglet, and Pooh for bringing out my inner 4-year-old!
Question of the Day: What’s the last cartoon/movie you saw?