In an effort to lose weight, I'm actually putting forth effort. Crazy isn't it? Well, my somewhat effort worked, until it stopped working. Uh huh.

On my half hour work-out break (my job rocks sometimes), I alternated between the stationary bike (I was reading fat cyclist earlier), the stair stepper and stretching. My body hurts from softball last night so I didn't want to push it too hard. I may have. I'll stretch more tonight and hopefully get another work out later with Jammin.

Also, I started a food diary. I can't tell you how incredibly middle aged I feel doing it, but if it helps. It actually already has helped. I was going to eat some chocolate, but then stopped because I would have to write it down. Proof that I couldn't control boredom eating. Well, mutha trukas, I can.

Tonight, I have to go to my parent's and see about taking my bike home with me. Maybe even con them into letting Jammin use one of their old ones. We could bike together, how cute!

To get to my goal weight, I have to lose 16 lbs. I can't tell you how depressing it is that two short little weeks ago, I could have said 9lbs. That's prolly what this is really about. The backslide.

It just pisses me off. I don't drink soda, I don't eat much fast food, I love pizza but haven't been eating that. I don't sit around all the time, most of the time, sure fine whatever, but I'm active. Why is this so hard to do?