Monday, Baking Day

And Monday = Life Style Change (Diet) day!

Let's get real for a minute people (myself).
 I'm a chub. Nice and chubby.

I'm not the self deprecating woe-is-me-I'm-so-fat sort of a person, looking for some sympathy.
I'm simply stating a fact.

I don't think I'm fat, I'm not overly obese, i'm just unnecessarily chunky.

Or pleasantly plump, which I like to say, coz it sounds far more cheerful doesn't it ?

My sister and I walked in to our mirrored elevator at work the other day and she was standing in front of me.

Now, she is a good 4 inches taller than me, so when I looked up and saw her in the mirror I had to do a double take, thinking it was me.

When she stepped to the side and I saw myself I started laughing, like cracked up loud obnoxious laughter. 

My reflection ?

It was like someone squashed my sister and her taller mass quickly became my shorter wider mass.

She's Luigi, I'm Mario.

Do I wonder, how did I get here ?

No. 
I know how I got here, I eat cake and crap daily, and I'm quite honestly surprised I'm not bigger than I  am with the amount I eat.

This isn't going to turn into a weight loss blog, or something like that, but I feel like writing about that fact that I'm sick of feeling like crap.

How do I get in gym time, and work, and devote what little time I can to my kids ?

Is it selfish of me to want to go to the gym ?

Portion Control for me ?

Non-existent. 

Why is it that my eyes are bigger than my stomach so I load my plate, then when I realize I can't eat it all, the need to not waste food kicks in and I consume it all ?

It's a vicious cycle, one I fully intend to break.

I don't want to be skinny, coz then I'd be the full package (HAHAHA) but I do want to be healthy and fit all my clothes and give myself a Merry Christmas, and since 1 month won't cut it, maybe a Happy New Year or at least be on the way to a Happy 2012.