Yo-Yo working out.

Forget diets. I have. A while back I came to terms with myself that I would not try another diet. You see, I love food. I love butter, potatoes, cookies, salt... mmmm... (now I'm hungry. Great.) But, on the other side, I love vegetables and salads (almost but not as much). So I decided that I would eat what I really want to eat, knowing that I do actually enjoy green leafy foods and will eat them if I am not limited to them. However,this means that I decided to start... dum, dum, dum.... working out.

Like everyone else I know, I enjoy working out in theory and at the end of the week. I like on Saturday, eating a well deserved french toast and not feeling bad about it. I like coming home from the gym, taking a shower, and feeling skinny in my p.j.s. I just hate getting in my workout gear and heading to the gym. Now, if I could only start enjoying that part, I would look like a Victoria Secrets model. So I tried little tricks to make me feel good about getting into the car, like only listening to my favorite CD on the way to the gym. Or allowing myself one visit at Target each time I went to the gym. The most successful plan was when I would only allow myself to wear make-up the next day if I went to the gym.

Now I am one week back from our three week vaca. I am five pounds heavier. I swear I have dimples on the front of my legs that will prevent me from wearing anything remotely cute for the summer. And I have missed my workout class that started two hours ago.

But I'm really enjoying my third helping of mashed potatoes!