What a difference 25 pounds make! My signature pose...
hand on the hip and let the backbone slip.
hand on the hip and let the backbone slip.
Fellow bloggers and blogees, do you ever wonder..."How did I get here?" Here meaning, this weight loss tug-o-war, this battle of the budge. Do you wonder how you became a statistics? Me, I wonder no more. I know. I KNOW what bad choices earned my seat on the chunky butt train:
- I am HERE because...I took the suggested serving size as just that...a suggestion. I no longer negotiate the suggested serving size listed on products. Now, I measure everything, and when I can't measure, I eye my food. Did you know the palm of your hand is equivalent to 3 oz of chicken breast?
- I am HERE because...The gentleman that answers the phone at the Chinese takeout knows my name and what I order before I finish telling him (Call Me Miranda. Remember that episode of Sex and the City?). When I walk through the door he tells the same joke, "Hey Trina! You like your food like your men...huh? SPICY!" I laugh, pay and leave.
- I am HERE because...I could write all day as to why I am HERE. BUT...
Do you know why you are HERE?


