You take a big box in, you take a big box out, then you do the Hokey Pucky

Attention all three SuperPucky readers...
SuperWeezie has moved in with Pucky and Fuzband. Yes after many boxes, curse words, sore back/legs/knees/ankles/feet, carry out, SuperWeezie has joined the Puck household.
So far we have re-written "Dancing Queen" into "Coupon Queen":

"You can shop, you can clip, having the time of your liiiiiife.

Ooooohh See that girl watch her save she is the coupon queeeeeeen....".

Yes this is my own personal theme song as I sit here after printing two billion coupons out in prep of shopping. We have also made an attempt at nostrilling tea while laughing. (In case you are wondering that means shooting liquids out of nose while laughing hard, think circa 3rd grade when your best pal told you a joke and milk appeared from your nose). There has been much giggling and moving and frivolous stupidity...hopefully Fuzband can put up with us.

In more not fun news I am retaining water like a sponge....friggin T.O.M. where are you!? So instead of reporting that I have reached 299 I am telling you that my ankles are swollen, diurex does not work, my ring is tight, and I weigh 307 right now.
Rabba-frabba-frigga-fragga-flarnandfilth @#*^#*()*)(&!(&)&!!!I*&*(%^&*(*&^%^&*&^%#### (insert other expletives)!!!! I have been working my behind off and my behind is refusing to shrink.....ARGH!
Can you tell that I am frustrated? I know this too shall pass. To exacerbate the problem I have not exactly been eating all that great. Yes I know it is all staring back at me as plain as the letters I type. That I am only making things worse by eating crappy. I thought I would whine and cry to the internet hoping to expel my frustration via blog form. Hoping that publishing it to the internet that the frustration will leave me along with 8 pounds of water weight and fat.

Shopping in my closet and our "friend".

Yesterday I was putting away laundry and got tired of having to sift through all the clothes I haven't worn since God knows when. You know that favorite shirt from two summers ago that was on sale and looked so cute? Now when you put it on you feel like a pillow with rubber bands wrapped around it. I have quite a few of those shirts. They chronicle my ups and downs with weight loss (primarily the ups).


I took a deep breath and went through and tried everything on. Yes, everything. That should be considered cardio work out. I was busting a sweat, breathing heavy and exhausted by the time I was done. The cool part about it is I have three grocery bags full of shirts that will fit after I drop some weight. I get to go shopping in my own closet soon! This is incentive not to take that second helping.


I also did some thing that has never happened before, I pulled out clothes that were too big! Clothes that were too big and made me look crappy were sentenced to the the flea market pile. It felt great to have clothes I couldn't wear anymore because they were too big vs. too little.
I don't think I have ever had that happen to me. I have always given away my skinny clothes sadly. Giving them away made me feel as if I had given up any hope of ever wearing that size again. Now I have bags of shirts waiting in the wings that seem to say "See you soon!"


I felt so motivated I went on to my dresser pulling out the clothes that were classified as bumming around the house. They had gotten so bad that I would be ashamed to be seen in them. I even organized the underwear drawer. Now that is dedication!


Scales say I am up two pounds, I know where that is coming from. You know that lovely gift Mother Nature has bestowed upon us women. UGH. This is especially fun for us dieters that are living and dying by the numbers on the scale.


Since I found this cool little website http://www.ladytimer.com/. I get emails warning me of the impending urge to watch lifetime with a box of Kleenex and a bag of chocolate covered potato chips.


I have never been good at keeping track of our "friend" (should be fiend). She always snuck up on me and made me wonder why I was acting so bitchy. Wondering why that stupid Hallmark commercial made me burst into tears. She also sabotaged my weight loss efforts by making me think I had gained anywhere from 3-6 pounds in a few days. Until I started keeping track of her and my weight on a regular basis I had no clue how much this affected me. Looking back I think this could have been the reason for the failure of so many weight loss efforts prior to this one.



I have to say thank God for ladytimer because she has helped me realize that I am still on track and doing well.