Lose the L

Ok – what week is this in the countdown? 47? 46? I have to admit I’m not doing so great, although I’m back down to the weight I originally started at – what – two weeks ago? So I have less than 50 weeks to lose 50 pounds. What else is new? I’m much better at losing my mind than losing any weight.
(Official welcome to Debbi! Just think, if all four of us lose the weight we want/need to lose, we’ll have lost 200 pounds. That’s a whole person…)

Ok – so -

Water consumption is back up to 4 liters a day and the dark circles under my eyes are fading. I read somewhere that dark circles under eyes can be caused by dehydration. I don’t know if it is true or not, but ok. I’ll take it.

Meals are small with snacks in between – and now that the birthday cake is gone (thank heaven) back to relative normalcy.

I didn’t walk last night, but I’m running around at work like a crazy woman. I should find my “step meter” from once upon a time ago and find out just how INactive I am.

I seem to be doing everything right. So WHY did my scale tell me I’m UP five pounds this morning (from last week). Makes me want to cuss a blue streak and then do it again.

(*You know – now that I think about it and read what I’ve written above, I should admit have been drinking more beer this summer than – well – for a long time. But I don’t want to cut out my Mike’s Lemonade (malt beverage – essentially beer). I have to have ONE thing, right? Or do I need to wean myself off of that, too?)

I caught sight of myself in a store-front window today. Yikes. Didn’t even recognize myself. I’m maintaining at week 49 – so at least the cake the other day didn’t do too much damage. Rootie’s ‘half the calories’ theory must have real merit!

How much water are you guys drinking? I’m up to 4 liters a day again. I think I only had two cans of Diet Coke. Didn’t walk, tho. Keeping to a “diet” like some recommend is too difficult for me. Schedules just don’t allow. Besides, I’m a hap-hazard cook. I consider recipes a jumping off point – depending on what I have in the cupboard and fridge.

Having to fess up to you about what I’m doing is really keeping me in line.  Tomorrow is going to be tough. My mother is making “Dee’s Dip” which, if it didn’t taste so damn good, I could just apply with a spatula to my arse and save the effort of chewing and swallowing.

Have a happy Fourth!!

So I was a good girl today, thinking that since this is week 49 – holy moly – week forty-nine! The weekend was not very diet friendly with the drinking and the cake and such for birthday parties…

But today! Today! I was good! I drank a SlimFast for breakfast, ate at Applebees and had only part of a roll-up wrap sandwich and didn’t eat the French fries, grabbed an egg salad sandwich on whole wheat bread for supper. I drank WATER. Lots of water. I went for a walk – it was hot.

And then I got home. To birthday cake. Effing birthday cake.

I did so good until then.

The first step, I hear, is to admit there is a problem. At that point, a person can make a plan to solve the problem and take appropriate action to follow that plan. I’m at that point. I have a problem..

“Hi, my name is NG and I’m fat.”

*HI NG!!*

Right – now I need a plan. I have this damn reunion I plan to go to next summer, which got me counting weeks and comparing pounds I want to lose. Not much time.

A tentative outline of a plan, then:

1. I will drink more water than Diet Coke.

2. I will eat fresh (and unprocessed for the most part) food that is good for me.

3. I will exercise – or at least go for a walk – every day.

4. I will lose a pound a week for the next 50 weeks.

5. I will bitch about it – or celebrate it – here with Rootie as she tries to reach her goal.

Or so help me I’ll attend that reunion wearing a black wig, Jacki O sunglasses, and a muumuu.