Isn't it funny how complacent we get in our relationships.  Let's go over the standard formula:

• Girl gets out of relationship
• Girl gets in stellar shape to boost her self confidence, or let's be honest, maybe even try to win her ex back.
• Girl goes on the prowl and enjoys the dating the scene, or maybe errrr not so much *note to self: blog about ankle bracelet date in the park*
• Girl meets boy and they date...she gains a few pounds here or there from eating out often but nothing quite noticeable, just a few snug jeans
• Girl and boy become an item....after 1 year, the pounds pack on and BAM...it hits you, you are officially in your "fat clothes" or even worst, "SWEAR" that you will not buy into another clothing size so you revert back to your same clothes, only looking like a stuffed sausage about to break out of its casing.

Alas, I have officially fit the mold. 10 years ago I popped out a 7 pound 11 ounce mini me.  Did Weight Watchers, lost 20 pounds. Got in a new relationship, gained 40.  Ended relationship, did calorie counting, lost 50 pounds.  Got in a new relationship, gained 20.

Why is it that we as women find something that works, yet we often revert back to a "get rich quick"...or in my circumstance "lose weight fast" scheme that not only messes up our bodies but frustrates the HELL out of us???  My new diet fad, reduced calorie diet with the Slimfast system.  Now surprisingly enough, this is one I have yet to try, so you will have the pleasure of joining me on my long, emotional journey to achieve success.

To add to this perfect cocktail, I have been doing P90x for 5 weeks now.  Definitely seeing toning but absolutely NO fat loss, clothes are as tight as ever. 

My review of the diet mid-week is this....am I hungry, yes, of course I'm hungry....I am drinking a beverage in place of a meal.  But, it is not as bad as I thought.  My worst moments are 9 p.m. at night when the dear boyfriend (DB) heats up a bag of popcorn and the smell frangrants the house much like my Yankee Candles.  He is just so darn cute about the whole thing as well, he is huddling in a corner in the kitchen eating; the conversation is as follows:

Me: "are you kidding me?!"
DB: "what???"*as popcorn bits fall out of his mouth back into the bowl, my one saving grace for wanting to dive in face first
Me: "do you really think it matters if you hide in the kitchen and eat it, I can smell it"
DB: "I was trying to be considerate"

I swear, men being considerate is the equivalent to you telling your neighbor that your dog was fertilizing their lawn for free after being busted not picking up their poop...I mean, really?!?!
Ah, it's 10:30 at night and the DB is giving me the evil eye to get off the computer.  I have so many stories to share and thoughts to release but it will have to wait for another day.