it’s the last day of july and quite frankly it’s been an eating frenzy around here.  between the new blog, two summer excursions, celebrating both our birthdays and a 9 day stretch with my guy’s kids – well, i’ve been bad – very bad.

now i’m not making any excuses.  it’s all me – and my lack of discipline.  and although i ride that cycle of mine, i’m not super active and my body requires very little food.  unfortunately my brain seems to require quite a bit if food.  and i truly love to cook.  so it’s a slippery slope of which i spend quite a bit of time on my fat ass.

i’m up, i’m down, i’m up, i’m down… i’m up.

the scale sits on my bathroom floor, daring me to step up and be counted.  so as a guilty man with the fear of god in his soul must put his hand upon a bible in a courtroom and confess, i too do the same.  only here the evidence beeps 3 times and with my head hanging down in both disgust and fear, the 3 digits blare the ugly truth.  the sentence has been delivered.  restrict your calories for a minimum of two weeks.  or else.

and it’s a big ‘here we go again’ as i am a repeat offender.