THIS JUST IN—–>

Liberty woman who is said to have joined a “30 day challenge,” with a local trainer by the name of Mendy Shriver, has just been detained inside the Red Robin restaurant in Liberty. Witnesses say she was seen leaving the hostess store at 5:30 this evening with 10 boxes of ho-ho’s in her arms shouting, “Baabababaababbabbabaaaba.” She then sped away and was seen entering Culvers. Workers there describe her as, “disheveled” and “disorderly.” One employee said she shouted obscenities at her when she refused to make her a turtle sundae in the 64 oz cup. She demanded four #4 meals and then left with out paying. The manager says she did offer to have her husband come back and pay later, but she hurriedly left in a frenzy of french fries and chocolate. Eventually, the woman ended up at Red Robin when authorities were called because, “A customer was in the kitchen making her own double decker onion ring tower.” When apprehended the Liberty woman was hunkered down inhaling the “Whisky River BBQ Burger” (add bacon.) She was covered in ranch dressing and had steak fries in her hair. Witnesses say that as police escorted her off the property she was yelling something about a to-go box. A very sad, sad scene in Liberty tonight, ladies and gentlemen. John is next with a story about how eating out can alleviate stress, John?…

That sounds like the diary of a mad dieting woman. I weighed in this morning. I didn’t lose. The scale said I gained 1 lb. I shouted an obscenity at the scale. Really. I’ve worked…hard. But, I’ve had a few slip ups, and, I’m also…shall we say right in the middle of The Blessed Week. So tonight was supposed to be my free night. I give myself a free night after my weigh ins. Lately they haven’t felt so “free.” There is a lot of pressure to indulge, but not too much, but definitely to indulge, and hope the guilt doesn’t carry over to the next day. So tonight I decided to abstain, from my “free meal.” I ate the hell out of some salad, some ├╝ber-healthy salad with vinegar and red wine. I made myself eat the, less than decadent spread, knowing that when hunger staved, the desire for palate drowning foods would subside. And it did.

So here I am. Reaffirming that another successful day is done, and counts big time mentally for me. That I am alive, and well, becoming less fat and more happy. There’s a cup of Aveda calming tea calling my name and maybe even a late movie. Life is good…without all the crap.