Lately I've been trying to figure out a way to remind myself to eat healthy, chew my food more, and eat smaller portions. Usually if I THINK before I eat something I can determine if my body actually wants it. But I don't think. I'm so bad at just wolfing down a meal. I don't stop when I'm full. I just keep going and going. It's gross. I didn't want to spend any money to remind myself so I decided to paint my nails obnoxious blue. no offense if anybody likes this color on their nails. After being a finger nail polish virgin for so long it really is quite bright and frankly obnoxious to me... I used to paint my finger nails a lot. I don't do it too often anymore (apparently every guy I've ever dated thinks it's dumb) so I just stick to my toenails now.
I'm wearing a hate because I haven't washed my hair in a day or two.......... ok it's been three days. Seriously, how do people go like a week with out washing their hair? I can't do it. I just can't. I'm getting in the shower right after this.
I've lost a fair amount of weight since having Madeline (not even close to how much I'd like to) but still, exercising has been good for me the past few weeks. I kind of came to the conclusion that if I want to get past this weight plateau something's gotta give. I don't want to do those crazy diets I want to change my lifestyle and as dumb as it sounds, my relationship with food. I have one of the world's biggest sweet-tooths and I don't want to look back on this time in my life and wish I'd lost that x mount of pounds. Wish I liked the way I looked in that family picture. I'm want to love myself with out jumping off the deep-end in the world of weight-loss. I doubt I'll ever look back and say, "Why didn't I have another slice of that cake?!" And that's why I painted my nails obnoxious blue.