A CHAT

Friday's Mozzarella Sticks

  • Michelle: Wow, these only have 5 grams of fat! Usually Friday's food has like 15 grams at least.
  • Mom: Are you sure?
  • Michelle: Oh wait, that's per cheese stick. We shouldn't buy any more T.G.I.Friday's food.
  • ----
  • Michelle: Oh wow, these instructions sure cater to the masses: "Keep 'em frozen 'til you're ready" and "Allow cheese sticks to rest for a couple of minutes b4 digging in!"
  • Mom: It's because everyone at Friday's is drunk.
A TEXT POST

I read an entire Weight Watchers Magazine

while waiting at the doctor’s office the other day. A two hour wait.

As soon as I got in, I promptly forgot everything I had read.

Except maybe that article about the importance of beans…

A TEXT POST

Calories Count

bringtoaboil:

According to the New York City Department of Health, by replacing just one can of regular soda with a glass of water each day, you could lose up 15 pounds a year. 

Reblogged from [bring to a boil]
A VIDEO

Found this dance work-out on youtube. Did it twice.

I love the first two dance moves, named “Offering” and “Give Thanks.” This makes me want to go to a black church so bad.

A TEXT POST

Status Update

For the month of January, I gave up eating fast food. I also haven’t been eating ice cream or very many sweets. Admittedly, I haven’t been very consistent with work outs but I have been making an effort to go on walks. Classes start this week, and apparently my school has a gym! And an olympic size pool!

Gonna be hittin’ that up.

I have yet to see Mother or Father make any adjustments to their diets/habits, other than the fact that they don’t bring home fast food because I can’t eat it. Mother keeps buying Nutty Buddies.

I have a suspicion she’s trying to throw me off my game.

A CHAT

Amy's Passive-Agressive Trash Talk

  • Amy: So I was thinking about a retro theme for April's bridal shower.
  • Michelle: Ooh, yeah, and I'll wear that black dress you let me borrow.
  • Amy: Sure, because it'll be way too big for me by then.
  • Michelle: ...
  • Smack down.
A TEXT POST

First Weigh-In

186.6 lbs as of January 3rd.

A TEXT POST

Dear Michelle,

You do not need those french fries.

You are going to win this competition.

                            Sincerely, Your Stomach

A TEXT POST

Players

  • Madre
  • Padre
  • April (sister)
  • Chris (April’s fiance)
  • Amy (sister)
  • Mike (Amy’s husband)
  • Katrina (sister)
  • Michelle (the sister who loves tumblr)

A CHAT

Rough Depiction of How It All Started

  • Chris: Me and your Dad have a competition to see who can lose the most weight by the wedding.
  • Dad: (pats belly) Yep.
  • April: Awesome, I need to get in on that.
  • Michelle/Me: Hot damn, April, we should totally get in on that.
  • ___
  • Phone call from Amy to Michelle: So I heard Chris and Dad are competing to lose weight...
  • Michelle/Me: April and I are in the race, too. Now so are you.
  • Amy: Sweet! Put Mike in too!
  • ___
  • Text from Michelle to Katrina: You should totally get in on the race to lose weight by April and Chris's wedding.
  • Text from Katrina to Michelle: Hellz Ya! I'm gonna beat y'alls asses!
  • ___
  • Michelle: Mom, you should totally join our competition to lose weight before the wedding.
  • Mom: You guys really shouldn't compete against your Dad to lose weight.
  • Michelle/Me: Madre, Dad's only 54. He's not gonna die from stress.
  • Mom: It's not that. Your Dad used to do competitions like this all the time, and he always won. Always. But I'll do it, because you and your sisters think you're such badasses.