Shifting the excess weight

So I have absolutely never, before now, had issues with the way I look. Not because I believe I am God's gift to men but because I generally look healthy and in good shape.

Well recently, about four months back, I changed jobs, same job description, just different office. The awesome thing about my new office (and the reason I am in my present predicament) is food from the cafeteria is subsidized, uber cheap, lots of options, and did I say quite good. This, coupled with the fact that every other day someone is celebrating some buying small chops, cake, pizza, all the yummy things in life.

Well, it was all fun until Saturday. I was going for a dinner on Saturday and I had trouble zipping this dress I got fitted 4 months back. For the zip to come up, wahala, but I was determined to wear this my sleek awesome dress, so I squeezed into it by fire by force.

Enroute party I stopped to drop something for my brother, and trust the big mouth dude, he touched my tummy and asked if I have eaten, I said no, and you could see the horror on his face asking again " are you sure you have not eaten something, how can you say you have not eaten", with that judgmental stare at my tummy. All red and angry I left but then the truth is the truth no matter how callously it was communicated.

It is official, I am now a UK ten . Its not that anything is wrong with being a size ten, however, when you are 5'4, used to be a size 6 three years back, and you tend to pack fat on your tummy, chances are you look twice as chunky as a taller babe.

My mom also subtly hinted, she was like "Lola, don't you go for you morning run again, you should try to"

Since the universe, and the scale is telling me I am fat, it might be time to do something about it. Goodbye to my beloved rice!

So note to self# Morning Jogs, No more carbs, proteins, small portions, and lots of water.

Between you, me, and the bedpost

I have often thought growing up made for wiser decision making, but at times I have been faced with a situation where I have two equally difficult choices and I have made the wrong one. So.... I have decided maybe, just maybe I haven't gotten to that really wise all-knowing age just yet?. At least thats my consolation for last weekend....

Apparently your brain doesn't forget the bad choices you have made in the past and uses them as background for future decisions, so why then are some choices ever so recurrent. Why would I have that cocktail, eat that icecream cake or end up at my EX's (who I am sure I do not want to be with) house.

So I have decided for me, its pretty simple, weakness for immediate gratification of a somewhat pleasant experience, even if it is a bad choice, case in point #cakes#Icecream...

Or on a second thought, maybe I just zero in on something that really really scares me, being alone in three years (the big three 0), that drives my decision instead of logic. Case in point #Saturday night :(

Oh and on that note, no more alcohol for me; .. one of those weekends I would rather forget.