365 Days of Hell – Day 11

Recap:

My name is Holly Holt. I am a foodaholic (no applause please). I have been rejected thrice for the Biggest Loser and wasn’t chosen for Extreme Makeover: Weightloss Edition, despite my own “dramatic”life story and uber charismatic sassiness (I know, unbelievable!). But I’ve decided once and for all that it’s time for me to take matters into my own hands. I have tried a million program, diets, etc, but this time I’m determined to get rid of the fat suit once and for all through blood, sweat, and tears (preferably more sweat, less actual blood). My starting weight: 428 pounds. On July 12^th I started Weight Watchers. On July 16, 365 Days of Hell Began. 365 Days of exercising every day at least one hour, even though I’m a mother and wife, work full time, and go to school full time. No excuses!

Day 11
Accountability

I’m mostly back on track today, though I only cleaned today and didn’t exercise so I’m kicking myself a little (ouch that hurt).  I also want to have more veggies or NEED to anyway lol.

Past Confession

So don’t you just get perked up when someone says they are going to confess something?  Like you just know it’s going to be good.

Ok so here is something I will confess to food-wise.  When I worked at Select Health (though it was called Intermountain Health Care or IHC when I was there), I didn’t want people to see me eating anything unhealthy especially when I was supposed to be dieting lol.  (Oh that shame!)

So I would buy something from the downstairs café etc or get one of those giant pink cookies.  Then I would wrap it in napkins so as I walked you had no idea what it was (obviously I’m hiding broccoli in here people lol).  Then so no one would see me eat it, I would sneak into a bathroom stall (being careful not to touch anything gross).  So yeah, can you just picture this pathetic fatty sitting there chowing down on a giant pink cookie in the bathroom?  Sheesh!  And it was really hard thank you when someone came in.  I had to get all sneaky and try to chew really slowly and quietly.  Oh my. 

More confessions to come.  Peach out (or peace out as the saying really goes)