Another day, another reason to feel guilty

I have to admit it. I'm getting fat. I've always been the skinny girl, but since I hit 30, I'm getting fat. It started literally ON my 30th birthday. That's when I first noticed that my previously comfortable size 4 jeans were no longer so comfy. By the time 31 rolled around, I had moved up to a size 6. I'm ok with a size 6. Cindy Crawford is a size 6, after all, and look where she's gotten. Now 32 is creeping up on me (Only a week away now - gasp!) and I'm staring size 8 in the face. The worst part? I lost all the extra weight earlier this summer- I was back in my comfy old size 4s- and I've managed to gain it all back, PLUS SOME!

I have to do something about this, but instead I continue to eat. Eat and eat and eat- whatever and whenever I feel like it. Pecan tarts at 10 pm? SURE!! Oh, but you just had a marshmallow creme at 9? BIG DEAL!! That's how I ate in my 20s- and it was FINE! Through 2 pregnancies and everything- I lost the weight no problem. Now, here I am standing on the wrong side of 30 and the weight seems to come out of nowhere. I know what I need to do to get rid of it- I have to actually WATCH what I eat- eat less, and eat better. Cut the candy and probably cut back on the alcohol (nectar of the gods!). Can I do it? Probably. Have I done it? Hells no- I'm too lazy. I'd rather sit back and have another Chunky bar.

Maybe that can be my new nickname. Chunky. Hmmmm.