A girlfriend and I were texting last night about the kind of motivation we need from a fitness band. I lost the charger to my Fitbit and ordered a new one, which doesn’t work. So, of course I think this is a sign that I should get the newest/most expensive Fitbit and that will be the key to my weight loss. I kid myself like that. Anyway, we were talking about needing fitness trackers that essentially beat the shit out of you when you eat poorly or don’t exercise. I need Jillian Micheals to pop out of that fucker and scream me down. No, I don’t mean a hologram of Jillian, I need the real thing. If she’s not available, maybe the author of “Skinny Bitch” can jump out and call me a pussy like she does in the book. I think I’m onto something. We did have more “realistic” multi-million dollar ideas, but we’ll keep those until we can get a patent pending J Anyway, my friend told me about how someone she knows wears a rubber band around her wrist and when she has negative thoughts about herself, she snaps it. Call me crazy, but isn’t that a bit of an oxymoron? Punishing yourself for negative thoughts by hurting oneself. Everyone has their own way of doing things, though. For some, having Jillian punch you in the cunt for eating a cupcake might not be the greatest thing in the world. Bring it on Jillian!
I’ve only drank the one time (when my sister was in town) since Easter. I know it’s not that long, but for someone who completely loves drinking wine, it’s kind of a big deal. I often doodle during meetings, and this morning I found myself drawing a wine bottle and glass. Yeah, I don’t miss it…. Haha. Big sigh. I also haven’t had meat since Sunday. I feel really good about it. I certainly haven’t eaten great, but I’ve eaten better. Hopefully this weekend I’ll make the time to really do some juicing/cooking in anticipation of the week ahead. I swear to God, I’m worried about fitting in an airline seat.
I hope this day finds you well and full of happiness. I cheers you (with my fucking water ;)