Over a year later..

And I'm hovering in the mid 140's again. 

Frick.

I actually talked myself OUT of dieting and exercising.  I thought, hey-I'm not in my twenties anymore.  My husband loves me the way that I am, and I like food. 

But then I saw a photo of me from summer of 09.

Frick. Again.

I was 119, tan and HAPPY.  I genuinely look HAPPY.  And so healthy.  I have no idea how I lost the weight back then.  I was on medication, but I've been on the same medication since then and didn't have any weight loss.  So, yea.

Whatever.

Is this my "Ok, gonna get back on track" post? 

Nope.

It's a whining post.  I need to run.  It's the only SUREFIRE way that I will lose weight.  But this wintery, cold and rainy weather is sucking the life out of me!  It makes me want to throw on sweats and eat while I watch tv.

Not cool. 

Maybe I'll go back down.  Maybe I won't.  At this point I've given up.  I've got the willpower of a 3 year old.  Seriously.