Dieting and Why it just doesn't suit me..

I am still awaiting my blood work from the d-o-c. I already know what they are going to say. Eat better - Exercise more - Reduce Stress.

I know. I know. I know.

I even know how to do it all. What I lack is discipline.

Looking back, I was a very active kid. Very active. I took ballet, tap and jazz dance classes several times a week. I took tennis, swimming.. and I rode my bike everyday. I was very active.. and luckily - remained thin and fit.

Then in college I found this glorious opportunity to eat whatever I wanted and to drink large quantities of beer. Hence.. the weight gain began.

By 24 - something else happened. A little known condition called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. PCOS is a glorious condition that affects millions of women. Basically - my metabolism is shot. So losing weight becomes an even greater feat of desperation and I am stuck feeling disappointed and completely unmotivated.

Boo Boo Boo. But then you factor in the elevated bp - and I have to do something. Though, it just will not happen as quickly as I had hoped.

I work for the American Heart Association and I write numerous health releases on how to live a healthier lifestyle. I get it.

I just don't want to get it.

Boo on me. I know.

There is a silver lining - I do LOVE to exercise. Crazy, I know. I love to move - it makes me happy. BUT - I hate to get started. Again , a lack of motivation.

I am hoping to find my way back to my Flamenco class soon. I have called to arrange Salsa lessons at Dancing with the Star's - Fabian Sanchez - school. I love to dance, and I have to admit - I am not too bad at it. ;-)

Let's hope I can pull off the diet piece next. I just freaking love bad things. I love chips and I love dip. Those are the first two things I cannot do without. I love sweet coffees from Starbucks. I love potatoes. I love hot dogs. I love condiments (except Mayo - I cannot stand mayo.)

I don't eat when I am sad. I don't eat when I am happy - I just eat when I am hungry. So it is not an emotional thing.

It is what I chose to put in my mouth.

Choices. I like choices.. but it does not always mean I will make the right one.

Hmmm.. I wonder if there is anything in the frig...