Day 3 - a tip, and an admission

I'm hanging in there with the 30-Day Throw Down. It's not as easy as I thought it would be, because I'm constantly having to stop and think... but I know that it'll become easier with time and I know that we can do this thing.

So, for your viewing pleasure... here's what I ate yesterday.
(Lord have mercy, but you're gonna get sick of this by day 30, aren't you?)

Breakfast:
A bowl of oatmeal (steel-cut with a couple of teaspoons of black strap molasses)
A mandarin, and 2 cups of unsweetened coffee, with raw milk.

Morning tea:
capsicum strips with a few water crackers, grapes and yogurt (homemade)

Lunch:
Tuna salad on a toasted English muffin, 2 kiwi fruits and some carrot strips.

Afternoon tea:
fruit salad (mandarin, banana, apple and kiwi - with a spoonful of yogurt and a teensy amount of brown sugar sprinkled over)

Dinner:
A big green salad, with about a half cup of pasta tossed with fresh tomatoes, bell pepper and olive oil.
Oh, and about half a cup of applesauce, for dessert.

I'm drinking lots of water, ( I always have) but I found that I was losing track of how much I was drinking.
So I put 2 small dishes in the kitchen window, and in one dish, I put 8 marbles.
Every time I have a glass of water, I move a marble from one dish to the other -
So that way, I can keep track of just how many glasses I've actually had throughout the day.
There ya go... your tip for the day.

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Okay... I'm seriously, seriously thinking of taking a "before" photo of myself in my bra and knickers, but I don't know if I'm game enough to post it on here. On my blog.
I want to.
But I don't want to, at the same time - you know what I mean?

I might alienate some people - or make them gag... I don't know which.
And because I've become attached to you gals, I don't want you to run screaming from the room, never to speak to me again.
I would hate that.
Big time.

I might have to con Robynn into posting it on her brand-new 30 Day Throw Down blog - with a paper bag over my head... and a secret witness-protection program name, or somthin'.
What do you think?
Is anyone else game enough to do it with Joolz and I?

For me to do it, it will involve first running the whipper-snipper (weed-eater) over my legs, getting some of that extreme cover-up make up, to hide the "road map of greater Cleveland" varicose veins, and maybe some laser surgery to obliterate any potentially identifiable by ex-husbands or boyfriends, scars... but I'm willing to do it in the ol' bra and knickers - IF, Joolz or anyone else does it with me as well.
With a paper bag over my head, of course.

See, I know that I'm not fooling anyone, by wearing baggy pants and loose tops - and I'm sure as hell not fooling myself either.

I'm fat.

There... I've said it. Largely, and boldly.
I know that I'm fat, and the friends who know me, know that I'm fat.
We just don't talk about it.

I need to make some drastic changes... and Robynn's "30 day Throw Down", ( have you seen her brand new "30 Day Throw Down" blog, devoted exclusively to the "throw down"?) is the ideal way to do it.
(did you notice that I threw in *throw down* 3 times in that one little sentence? Is that overkill, or what?)
Because, see... I like me some moral support, and it's empowering as heck to know that I'm not alone, fighting this damn battle of the bulge(s).
I need to admit to all and sundry that "this is me" - in all my (coughcough) glory .

So c'mon.... who wants to join Joolz and I ?
Paper bags optional.