Yup, today was weigh in day. I gained a pound!! Good Lord, I’m hungry as shit and I gained a pound. WW online was very supportive displaying a message that went something like this; “looks like you gained a little weight, no worries, just review your last week and see where changes can be made. Weight fluctuation is a normal occurrence in the weight loss process.” So nice. SCREW YOU! Review my week, I just want to throw the scale and my stupid “tracker” app out the freaking window.

Woo-Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…………………………………

I’m OK now. I took their advice and reviewed my week. I see 2 problems. One, I seriously need to get my fat ass moving, a lot! I just hate the heat and I hate exercise. I don’t hate the heat like normal chubbettes hate the heat. I’m talking this is a long-standing hatred of mine. When I was little, the heat made me cranky and sleepy. As I got older, the heat made me more cranky, more sleepy, and physically sick. So you see, dizziness, nausea, and more diarrhea than I already have to deal with, is just not motivational. I know that I just have to suck it up, but I’m not there yet.

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This morning, I checked out the workouts on Demand, looks like the kids and I will be showing off our mad dance moves while doing cardio jam blast! Oh yes, the kids will be joining me, since well they’re always up my ass. It will be difficult to exercise with children up my ass, but what can you do? I’m not a stay at home mom, so when I am home, they fight to see who can literally get under my skin. My husband always jokes, “It’s like they want to get back up in there (my womb)!” I had difficulty conceiving my babies, but I have a freaking penthouse suite for a womb. Neither of my children wanted to vacate it. (I’ll save my all too graphic delivery stories for another day.)

Oh, join a gym you say. I’ll gladly accept donations for the Send Colleen to Gym Fund. As with most Americans these days, funds are tight and are only going to get tighter thanks to that before mentioned rainforest in my bedroom!

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I digress. Problem #2- WW allows you to eat whatever you want as long as it falls within your point allotment. Us PCOS’ers cannot handle carbs, especially sugars. So eating all the fruits I want= not good. Indulging in a french fry here and there= really not good. I need to learn to balance carbs with proteins while staying in my point range. No one said it would be easy.

Today is a good friend’s wedding….outside in the 94ish degree weather, with the heat index around 100. Dear God, please don’t let my kids be miserable and please don’t let me sweat through my white linen pants. Remember my dress dilemma? What I wouldn’t give to be able to fit into a cute little sundress, so what little breeze there may be could at least waft up and cool down my “under carriage.” Alas, this wedding attendee will be sweating her substantial tush off in pants. And remember………………

Actually, who the fuck cares! It’s hot, let it all hang out…well maybe not all.

Stay cool!<;/