Thursday, October 02, 2008


This month (although a month early) marks the two year anniversary of my decline. Although I didn’t realize it at the time (only since I have looked back at pictures), I was hot. I worked for a couple months to get into what ended up being, hands-down, the best shape of my life. I wasn’t happy at the time, because I wanted to loose like five more pounds. Blah, blah, blah. The decline started in November, on my way back to Missouri to visit AA (not the meeting). I discovered the Pumpkin Pie blizzard at Dairy Queen. I of course added cookie dough to it.
Since I was so close to my target weight, I figured my body could handle it. So, starting on that drive across the Midwest, I averaged five to six large Pumpkin Pie Cookie Dough blizzards a week, almost all the way through December. By the time New Year’s Day rolled around, I had gone from 169 pounds to 185 pounds. In January, Chad and I started dating. We’re eaters. Within a few months that ‘heavy’ 185 transformed to 205 pounds. And, there it stayed for the next year an a half. I am down to 195 pounds at the moment.
All this to say that Dairy Queen, this time in October, not November, brought out their best offering once again. All this to say that last night, while watching a truly painful episode of Project Runway, I had a large Pumpkin Pie Cookie Dough blizzard. Uh-oh.