So with my little hiatus there, I forgot tell you all that I won the weight loss bet! That bet that Husband, our friend Naomi and I made just before Halloween: whoever lost the highest percentage of weight would be declared the winner.
And it was I! (Whahahah!) By a hair. (Like literally. I mean, I cut my head right before weigh in.) Now, I didn’t think I would win. In fact, Naomi and I figured that Husband would win, being male and stubborn but no, it was I. I won. I AM A WINNER. So there! Now, if I’m honest with myself, I’m going to have to admit it wasn’t hard. We didn't have any visitors so every meal wasn’t in a restaurant with fancy sauces and booze which helped immensely. But mostly I think I won because I sort of sabotaged husband with cookies two days before the final weigh in. Not on purpose! I would never… You see, we had a guy installing windows in our basement and it was cold and icky grey outside and not much warmer inside and I felt bad that he had to spend the day in our ugly inhospitable basement so I made a batch of those pre-made just bake them chocolate chip cookies to cheer him up. Don’t judge. I don’t cook to relieve stress but I do eat to relieve stress and carrots, no matter how healthy do not have enough sugar or shame to relieve stress. Anyway, I made up a small batch of instant cookies – about six - and the Window Guy ate two and Husband ate the rest. No big deal. Wouldn’t have affected the final score. But a few days later, I made up the rest of the batch – about twenty-five cookies - and I left them on a plate in the kitchen. I didn’t want them to spoil so I had to bake them, see? It wasn’t sabotage at all. And then, Husband came in for his “cupa tea and a biscuit” picked up the plate and sat it next to him on the arm of the couch. I warned him it was not a smart move. I told him he was just asking for trouble and that just taking one or two to eat would be a better plan. But he didn’t listen. In fact, he said something snarky to be about having more self control than me – and then he proceeded to eat the whole freakin’ batch. In like minutes, the whole batch of twenty-five cookies was gone. And that was it. That was the moment I won the bet. You see? Not really sabotage. It’s not like I made him sit in front of the TV with a plate of twenty some cookies and eat them all. I said it was a bad idea. I suggested he only take a few to eat and leave the rest in the kitchen. But, who listens to the lady nagging on the opposite end of the couch when you have a plate of cookies sitting right next to you with a hot cuppa tea to duck them in? Not Husband. And so I won! Yay me!!! I would take a victory lap around the kitchen but since the bet, I’ve gone right back to stuffing food in my face. I’ve gone right back to hiding chips in cupboards to devour when Husband leaves the room. I’ve gone right back to trying to figure out when my next meal is and how soon I can shove it in my face. I’ve gone right back to not caring about my health or clothes fitting or my ass size. I’ve gone right back to living for now and not for the “what if…” that holds me hostage most days. I've actually gained back some of what I lost. So what does that say about the success of the bet? Did it really make me a winner? Did it really make me aware of what I was doing or why I was doing it or did it just postpone the same ol’ plan that I’ve been following for years? I’m gonna have to go with - eh, I don’t care. I won and my badge of righteousness is going to go right here on my chest where everyone can see it. Right above my budging food belly, where it belongs. WINNER! (burp
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