Step one...

Cut a whole in the box!

Just a quick update. I did it. Yup in 35 degree weather I walked the 3.5 KM to my house. It wasn't that bad, but I was hot and sweaty by the time I got home. It took me roughly 30 mins to walk it and I survived. Not sure if I am going to do it tomorrow or not, but apparently writing that you are going to do something in a public forum is motivation to follow through.

Things I will do differently:

• I will wear sunscreen
• I will wear a sports bra
• I will wear my sportier sunglasses

I think that's it. I had my tunes going and life was good. I think the worst of it was that my back was sore. By the end of it, the bottom of my left foot was sore as well, but I am not sure if that is because my sock was bunched.

Ciao

Exersise... the final frontier.

These are the weight loss voyages of the person Moriah. My continuing mission: I really don't know. At this point you are probably asking yourself what this post all about. I mean I totally geeked out there for a minute. But I really wanted to talk about chicken (not the way Tia talks about chicken) and exercise (my nemesis).

Chicken. Well, I had some the other night, and didn't vomit. What you say? I know, I know, I said that I couldn't eat it anymore. That it made me block. Well here is what I have learned. I don't think there is much I can't eat if I eat it slow enough and chew it enough. Also of equal importance is the size of the bite (minuscule is where it's at - like what you would do for your baby that is learning how to eat solid food). Yup, that's where I am at. The thing is, there are some foods that just aren't worth chewing that much (such as beef), and others that regardless of chewing a lot will block (sandwich of any kind). So I still have a limited diet, but every once in a while, when I have all the time in the world, I can add in a toast with a little peanut butter (must be consumed with coffee). Or a piece of chicken. Fun!

Which brings me to the anti-christ... exercise. I have been saying since, what... January, that I have to start exercising. Let's be honest, I have never really been keen on this. I have tried walking at work during lunch (just doesn't really happen), I tried the stair club (wow that makes your heart pump, but it also makes my knee hurt), and now I am on yet another attempt at incorporating exercise into my incredibly busy life. I have asked Guy to drop me off on a street that is roughly 3.5 KM from my house. He will head up to the daycare to pick up the girls, and I will pray to god that I make it home before midnight... ok, I exaggerate, but you get the picture.  Don't get too excited, as you may have already noticed, I haven't actually done this yet. Tomorrow will be attempt #1. What's the weather suppose to be?

OMG... I just thought of something funny that happened the other day. On Monday morning we had dropped off the girls at daycare and I was walking back to the car. Once I reached my door, I backed up so that Guy could see me through the passenger window, and I was pulling on the lower hip/upper thigh of my pant leg. I probably have about 2 1/2 to 3 inches of give on each side and I thought it was hilarious. These are pants that I finally fit back into after years of sitting in the closet, and now I host teaparties in them... literally, I have friends join me. In the pants. ANYWAYS. So I get home that night, after showing my spacious pants off to Tia... and find a facebook message. Someone I went to highschool with, and haven't seen in years, wrote me to say she thinks we might be neighbors. Isn't that fun? Oh, she saw a woman outside her house pulling on her pants, showing how much room there was and was that me. BUSTED! Anyway, that's it for now.

Engage!

Isn't it IRONIC, don't you think?

So last post I write about the hour of my discontent. How hard it all is and how I am struggling. Then I go upstairs to bed and weigh myself just to prove how unfair the scale and this cold, cold world really are. And I reach an all time low. Great.

Get up, head to work and get mercilessly mocked regarding my two-assed pants (they are so big that I could fit a second ass in the pants - or so says Kelly). My shirt was too big as well, and I decided that even though I am not long for this size (as I have been living the 22 for a while), I allow myself the luxury of buying a few items  that will be scarcely used. The fact is that I have no clothes left in my closet (which was all fall/winter) and certainly have nothing even remotely summer left.

So out I go. It's Wednesday night and I am on a mission! I will find cheap clothes to get me through the next month! I head to the Jones of New York outlet and get there at 6:25 to find that the store closed 25 minutes ago. So I go around the corner to the Laura store. I go in and grab everything I can find in a 22 that is light and summery and on sale. But I am not convinced that this is going to be as productive as I initially thought, as "on sale" items are still in the $40-$60 range. Eek... hard to spend that kind of cash on something that is only going to be used for 2-3 months - if I'm lucky. On my way to the change rooms, at the back of the store I walk through a GINORMOUS sale section and slam on the breaks! I spend even more time looking through these items and end up in the change room with roughly 30 items to try on.

As I head out of the store and prepare to head to Reitmans (rumor has it that you can find really cheap sale items there as well), my eyes alight on another store. I head in, find my size and end up in the change room with another 24 items to try. After all that work and effort I spend a total of $230. For this I walk away with 6 tops, 2 pair of pants, a bracelet and a necklace.

Things you need to know for this to be of any interest what-so-ever:

1. I have been shopping plus size since I was about 12-13 years old
2. The only plus size store at that time was Addition-Elle (it looked like 70 year-olds shopped there)
3. There were no regular stores that carried anything above a 14 at that time
4. By the time regular stores carried clothing up to size 18 (which was shocking and exciting all at once), I no longer fit that size
5. I have never shopped a regular store - At least not for the last 23 years

The amazing part about this whole experience is that I actually shopped AND made purchases that were not just accessories, in two stores I have NEVER been able to shop in before. The most astonishing and cool feeling ever was that I was able to buy items which were trendy, appropriate (not to young or old) and fun. I did not have to settle. It was almost a surreal experience. Now Laura and Winners are no Banana Republic or Tristan, but I'm on my way BITCHES!!!

And there you have it. Irony at it's finest.