Tattle Tuesday

I have a confession.  Is it:

a) I don't like ice cream anymore.

b) I found something more interesting to blog about than food.

or c) I'm getting fat again.

I'll give you a hint.  It's c.

Lately, I have been having a terrible time with this whole "losing weight" thing.  I started out so committed and excited to fit into my skinny jeans again (you know, those jeans that were once [not too long ago, in fact] my fat jeans!), and kept it happy for a few weeks.

Someone: "Katie, do you want ice cream?"

Me: "No, I'll have an apple for dessert!!"

Someone: "Katie, do you want french fries?"

Me: "No, I'll feel bloated!  Yuck!"

Someone: "Katie, do you want to lay around and do nothing?"

Me: "No, let's go for a walk!"

I diligently measured and counted (while I know that's no way to live life, I need it for quite awhile to keep me on track), drank more than 8 glasses of water a day, and even went for a few walks (that's an accomplishment - I was born with an exercise allergy).  I lost 13.5 pounds!  But then we went away for a few days during Spring break, and I relaxed... a little too much.  And I have stayed pretty relaxed since then.  And now I feel bloated and yucky.  Waah.

Hmm, somehow I thought I would feel a bit lighter after I tattled on myself...

But moving on.  We had turkey burgers again tonight.  Last time we had them, there was so much smoke in the house that my eyes burned, so Jon had the amazing idea to use our George Foreman grill - outside on the balcony.  It worked fantastically!

No smoke for us!