Public confessions

Hi, I am Christina Jones, and have joined BurningTheScale with my other B&S cohorts.  If you happen to be an eBeautyDaily reader, you know I have had pretty much a lifelong battle with my scale.  I wish I could burn it, but yet it keeps sitting there.  I have been on nearly every diet known to man at one time or another, and I shudder to think how many pounds I have gained and lost over the years. 

I think I gain weight when I am satisfied with life, I eat when I’m happy, sad, stressed, whatever.  I just love food.  Now, if I need to do some man catching, I can whittle right down to, well, man catching weight.   Why is it so hard when life is good?  I was watching an old episode of Bravo’s Work Out today, and they were talking about reasons for overeating.  Some of those poor people just really beat themselves up inside – I really don’t think I do that.  I think I pretty much have a joie d’vivre, and enjoy everything to its fullest, especially yummy food.  *Sigh*

So my plan, first, is to basically follow good rules of eating.  Portion control, minimum bad carbs, maximum fresh foods.  And I must take my vitamins, and my Chantix (for smoking, my other guilty pleasure), and Metformin (I am diabetic – go figure).  And I have to exercise.  This is the hardest part for me.  Smoking + exercise = a really ugly catch-22 situation.  Must. quit. smoking.  I would love nothing more than to get that adrenaline kick from exercising, and crave exercise instead of chocolate.   Sweets are my downfall.

I have a good 50 pounds I need to lose, and probably 70 if I really wanted to get skinny.  While I am tall, at 5′9, no one can carry that much excess weight well.  I wish I were 7′9.  LOL  So hang with me, on Thursdays I will be posting my results of the week, my thoughts and failures and successes, and any helpful tips I have found as the days go by. 

I avoid pictures these days like the damn plague, and you can see why.  This is me and the fam in August, in Galveston, on my daughters 13th birthday.  Note the big fat Louis Vuitton bag covering half my hips.  This is a good excuse to buy more bags.  Honey.