how many crunches for a sleeve of thin mints?

i don't know where this is all going to end.  will i take up body building?  will my double D boobs shrink to B (welcomed) and then to A (eh let's stop at B) and then a deep ravine will grow between them?   is this look in my future?

yowza

i just don't know.  since january 1, i have painstakingly but healthfully reduced my daily caloric intake and been a slave to intense exercise 5 days per week.   in 6 weeks i have dropped one inch and 10 pounds off of every jiggly bit on my body.  alien measured my parts yesterday.  

that was fun.  brassiere and undies.  standing for a long time.  tape around each section, recording the numbers.  i recall being mortified the first time, and was just uncomfortable this time.  that says a lot.  i'm moving in the right direction.

took the 'quarter of the way through' photo.  the whole time i was thinking, i KNOW you held that tape tighter the first time, pull it taught!  but i succumbed to the truth and honest al said i'm going down down down, i'm going down down down.  

i could tell in the mirror, i can tell in my jeans.  this hard work better pay off.   right now, i'm a little leery of plateau.   so i have a plan to buy a heart rate monitor to make sure i'm getting an accurate count on my calories burned.  heart rate monitor.     this is serious.   i don't even really know what it is, but i must have one.  jill, the buff, tall, lean trainer at my body reform class wears one.  she grunts and heaves a bit when she's working out.  i want an hrm like hers, but not her sexy time noises. 

she looks like she's fumbling.  this is my future.  

today, alien got treats for the kids for v-d and brought me some andes mints.  a whole package of them.   i haven't had one since that delightful andes birthday cake.  one of my all time favorite candies. 

                                               

my eyes bugged out with thrill.    i turned the package over and read the nutrition facts.  i shrieked '8 pieces for 200 calories.  i can have 4 for 100, that's 50 less than my 4 caramels for 150! yah!'   and right then i knew i had my blog topic for tonight.  

before january i rarely looked at a price tag in the grocery store much less looked at nutrition labels.   now i don't even look at the front of packages any more.  i didn't get excited about the actual multiple andes mints that can melt in my mouth at once,  but rather how i can fit 4 over an hour into my allotted calorie amount on special occasions.  

i am in uncharted waters.  i've never cared about what i put in my mouth before.  within reason.   but now i think of food in terms of calories and how much exercise i have to do to be able to eat that.    i'm not concerned with my behavior yet, but it could be a slippery slope.  one day i might be an 89 pound stick, or a 170 pound muscled set of mammary glands.   or maybe i will slim down, tone up, be reasonable about my fitness lifestyle, not let it run my life, and look fucking hot at 40.  that's my goal.  

i don't want to go off the deep end taking steroids.  and i don't want to puke in the toilet.   let's find a happy medium.   there are worse things in the world to be doing than getting fit.  like having facebook or twitter or porn addictions.  now that would suck.