Big time

Those of you who are faithful readers of the Drivel will recall last summer, when I came home from San Francisco, I made a vow to lose some weight. So I joined Weight Watchers, lost 20 pounds, and began to work out faithfully. I had every intention of losing 20 more and running in a 5K this spring. I was on the right path until I started the moving process and began to reverse the progress.

I'm not quite sure how it happened. Three pounds here, four pounds there, but suddenly I find myself as fat as I was last summer in CA. I've been in denial. I haven't stepped on a scale in months, but my clothes are suddenly too tight.

Soon after I moved to Siloam I bought a treadmill. At that point it was too cold to walk outside, so I bought the treadmill in good faith, sure that I would use it daily. It took me six weeks to put the thing together. Last week I plugged it in for the first time. This weekend I turned it on. Yesterday I actually walked on it.

I can't figure out why I'm not more motivated. There are stories in every magazine about people who are losing weight, working out, and feeling great. Real people, not just celebrities, who lost weight with willpower and determination instead of plastic surgery.

I've eaten an entire package of Oreos in two days.

So now I've started reading "What the Bible Says About Healthy Living." Perhaps I'll find some spiritual guidance to help me on my quest to actually wear shorts this summer, never mind a bathing suit. I need divine intervention.

This afternoon I rearranged some furniture in order to move the treadmill into my bedroom. I'm hoping that staring at it daily will shame me into getting on the thing. It will probably become a clothes rack. But at least I have to look at it now, instead of just closing the door to that extra room.

Ugh. Why does food taste so good? Why is it so much easier to eat junk than to eat healthy? Why am I obsessed with eating?