Peanut Butter might as well be the Devil, and this is Day One

                  

         Peanut butter is an evil thing. You tell yourself just a little won’t hurt, just a little taste thinly spread on an apple slice; nothing bad could come of that. Then its creamy beckon gets a little louder and out comes the spoon, straight from the jar, but its only one spoonful nothing you can’t fix later, but it’s too late, its sticky grip has already lead you into its nightmare trap. From there it’s spoonful after spoonful until you realize you might as well put the jar’s contents in a bowl and call it soup, then you finally stop and look into the jar; a quarter gone, maybe more (one horrible day I actually ate half a jar at once).

         This morning was almost one of those, almost lost to peanut butter quicksand, but I stopped it cold at two spoons, which is good because today is day one and I’m already at 450 (10 almonds, ½ apple + two spoonful’s of the devil’s butter), I cannot go past 550.

       I have spent the better part of my morning sorting through and dividing all of my old jeans into piles, five piles, five goal piles…

                GOALS:

Goal One- Saturday November 09: Stretchy/ forgiving size 26(US 4/UK 8) jeans
Goal Two- Saturday November 16: non-stretchy/non-forgiving size 26(US 4/UK 8) jeans
Goal Three- Saturday November 30: Tight-fitting size 25(US 2/UK 7) and lose-fitting size 24 (US 1/ UK 6) jeans
Goal Four- Saturday December 14: True size 24 (US 0/ UK 6) jeans

Goal Five- Saturday December 21: Tight-fitting size 24 (US 0/ UK 6) jeans

   It’s been about a year-long “experiment” exploring something I’m not. Curvy is beautiful, but it’s not my style. I gave it a shot, it’s not for me.

 

-Eva