When Celery Goes Wild

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I've been really struggling lately with my self esteem.

The main problem is all the weight I've put on in the last 11 years or so. There was an issue that came up at that time with my first marriage, and in order to deal with the stress of that, I started eating.

After the divorce, I managed to lose 30 pounds! I was very impressed with myself and feeling really good about how I looked.

And then I fell in love with a cute surfer guy and got a little distracted from my goals...

And then my sister died.

And then Surfer Pirate broke his back and I spent a whole lot of time sitting around with him because he couldn't really move for 2 months.

And then I had a baby.

All of these things affected my weight. In a bad way.

And when you don't feel good about yourself, it's really easy to put off trying to deal with it. There's too much weight to lose. It will take forever. It won't work. Or you've tried before and just put it all back on. And then you get depressed about how you look and so you eat to make yourself feel better.

It's just a nasty little spiral.

The motivation to get myself to do something about my weight has been really tough.

But sometimes, you just have to open your eyes and realize you have really good people in your life who believe in you!

Yesterday, my wonderful, adorable best friend from childhood (Love you, B!) took a step FOR me in getting me motivated. She bought me a little present. 2 bottles of my favorite diet pills!

Now normally, I'm not a big fan of pills. I've grown up hearing my mom say (in a mostly sarcastic tone) "Better living through chemistry." I think that people are much too quick to take pills for different things, and doctors are MUCH to quick to prescribe them. (One day I'll have to tell the story of the quack ER doctor I had a run in with once.) But sometimes there is a time and a place for them.

But sometimes I have to accept that I need a little help. While I'm stubborn and prefer to do things on my own, trying to lose weight on my own has resulted in me ADDING at least another 15 pounds. Sometimes, I have tell my stubborn self that it doesn't hurt to have help, and maybe it's okay to take advantage of your resources. I have used these pills in the past, and they worked very well for me.

So having B. buy me not one, but TWO bottles of it makes me feel like she's making a little investment into my health.

And it makes me feel like I'm WORTH that investment!

Meanwhile, she's struggling with her own weight and has needed some motivation. Even though we live 780 miles away from each other, we're going to be workout buddies!

We'll check in with each other, report on our exercise and eating details and motivate each other longdistancely. (Yes, I just made up a word.)

And eventually, we'll look like some of these happy girls in this ad for my diet pills (who's name I won't use here, but you can possibly guess from the picture).


Meanwhile, in an effort to make better eating choices, I decided to have some celery and carrot sticks with my lunch today. I had cut them up previously and had them in containers in my fridge. I could tell as soon as I pulled out the celery container that something was wrong. The celery had gone bad. They were an off color and smelled weird.

"No big deal," I thought to myself as I threw those in the garbage, "I have another package in the crisper drawer."

When I put that celery in the drawer, it looked like any normal bunch of celery.

But now it looked odd. It was all bendy and wonky.

I think my celery has actually been GROWING while sitting in the crisper! Is that even possible?

Oh well. It tastes fine.

And now it's all been cut up into nice even little sticks.