Just In Time

Geez, it's been a long time since I last blogged! I hope I remember how to do it.

Because I need this blog again. Dillypoo's inner child has reasserted herself and this blog is my best chance of controlling her.

Inner Child Dillypoo: I'm hungree. Feed me.

Grown Up Dillypoo: Have an apple.

Inner Child Dillypoo: Right after I finish my cookie.

Grown Up Dillypoo: OK. **sigh**

Dillypoo is over goal. Not by much, but enough that I had to buy a new pair of jeans in a bigger size. My size 6 closet is snug and my jeans are uncomfortable. It's time to reign in the crazy before things get too out of control.

Grown Up Dillypoo: JUST SAY NO...

To the 2.5 pound box of chocolates sent to my office by a thoughtfulless vendor:

And the tin of homemade peanut brittle:

And pretty much anything from Trader Joe's:

The past few months have been stressful. After an amazing summer (more on that soon), Dillypoo's busy season at work clubbed me over the head hard. I worked more than 280 hours in October.

280+ hours. That averages to more than 70 per week. Per FIVE DAY week, not seven.

October was the month Dillypoo's Inner Child showed up. She was tired, cranky and demanding.

I went five weeks without exercising, because getting up at 5:00 a.m. to work out after going to bed at 1:00 a.m. just wasn't going to happen.

My food tracking was sporadic. I ate Caesar salad, cream soups and rich, catered food. I also polished off an entire chocolate frog.

When I went to buy those new jeans in a bigger size, I was pissed at myself for not saying no sooner. And now I'm channeling that anger into action. I must return to the things that keep me focused and on track.

Grown Up Dillypoo: JUST DO IT...

Blog.

Run.

Track.

Plan.