Medicinal Nachos

It is 10:15 am. And all I can think about is food, particularly, nachos. I want nachos for dinner. 

I want to go to stupid Walmart even though it is the dumbest place on earth and buy their delicious salsa. And I want to assemble a giant tower of Doritos, seasoned ground beef, salsa and cheese. 

This can't be normal. Nachos won't make my cold go away. But I want them nonetheless. 

It's been said that food is love, maybe that's why it's so easy to turn to. 

Me and food

Food is my "other man" and he is really good to me.  So good.  He knows how to make me feel right.  How to lift my spirits.  How to turn my frown upside down.  Food is always available, never makes me cry.  He's there when I'm stressed and on the verge of snapping.  Always there. 

Food is my "abusive lover" always there to punch me in the gut with extra fat.  Always around to make my thighs spread.  And I keep coming back.  Like Rihanna says "that's alright because I love the way it hurts".

I love it a lot.  The most. 

Oh food.  We've got to do things differently you and I.  I need to build a different relationship with you without obsessing over you. 

Food... I think you and I need counseling.

 

Even though I know you do me so bad.. I want you right now.  Right.  Now.

Starting Over Again

My name is Bek and I blog regularly at abaconflavoredlife.com.  I've had a battle with my weight since I was 16.  My body was fabulous until I got Depo.  And then my metabolism shifted to neutral and I gained, and gained, and gained. 

I lost it.  And gained it.  And lost it.  And gained it. 

I had a baby 18 months ago, and came home from the hospital a whopping 7 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight.  By the time I went back to work, I was 20 pounds under my pre-pregnancy weight.   And I was able to maintain that thanks to the best cardio on earth, breast feeding. 

When I stopped breast feeding after a year, I was still able to keep it off.  But then I went back on birth control.  Six weeks later, I'm up 15 pounds.  I haven't started eating entire pizzas, or whole tubs of ice cream, or eating sticks of butter.  This is thanks to hormones yet again.

So I'm back at it.  I'll follow my triumps and losses, my extreme productivity and the lack there of. 

My goal is to lose a total of 60 pounds I hope you accompany me on this journey.