Blah

I feel so...blah.

For some reason lately, I have trouble caring. All I want to do is come home and curl up on the couch. Which I do and quite honestly, enjoy very much.

But I hate feeling blah. There's no point and things suffer because of it.

#1 thing that suffers from my blah-ness? My weight. Every Tuesday night I sit in front of my TV, drinking, watching the Biggest Loser and crying. I cry because these people really want to make a difference in their lives. They want to live longer, see their children grow up, shop at a normal store, whatever. But every season one of the contestants says something that strikes me..."it was just easier to be fat"

Damn. They're right. It is so much easier to not care. To be lazy. To stop at the drive thru instead of making something healthy.

I always have healthy things in the house. This doesn't mean I make a beeline for them when I'm bored and want to munch. That's my biggest weakness. Boredom. When I'm bored I eat. When I'm upset, I eat. When I'm blah, I eat.

So I'm done with that. Starting tonight, I'm doing it. I won't say "I'm too tired, I'll do it later."

I have 8 million workouts DVD's and an exercise ball. I'm going to start using them.

I guess I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

The only problem is...besides Husband...who is going to hold me accountable?

*kisses*