Weighing yourself the day after Christmas is the worst idea EVER… unless you are looking for a good kick in the pants. Then, it might just be the most insightful thing you’ve done all year.
I woke up the day after Christmas and faced the same ol’ dilemma. Should I drink the sugary creamy coffee I was craving and indulge in those Christmas cookies for one more day? OR should I drink hot tea and actually get down to the nitty gritty with this whole weight loss business? I decided to let the scale decide. I started out at 216 and stayed that way during the in-between holiday time. However, after a week of eating crap I knew that I was sure to have gained some weight. I told myself that if I weighed more than 220 then I seriously needed to get my butt in gear and if I weighed less then I could afford to indulge one more day. So, I stripped down naked (those yoga pants can weigh a girl down) and stepped on the scale. It said…”Lo”.
See? I told myself. The universe doesn’t even want you to worry about your weight just yet. That must have been the devil on one shoulder because my more responsible side took the battery out of the scale and popped it back in. It was good to go, I stepped on the scale again and it said…”224.6″ WHAT?! If I chose to delve myself further into denial I would say that the scale was somehow wrong but I know that it isn’t. I can feel the fat accumulating on my body and if I don’t change things quick I’m going to end up looking like Fat Bastard from Austin Powers, only less hairy.
As if the shame of the scale wasn’t enough I decided now was the time to take “before” pictures because there is no way in hell I’m getting any bigger. I want to remember this moment so I can see just how far I’ve come. Behold! The pictures that made me cry for the remainder of the day…
Notice the look on my face. It says, “Hurry up and take the damn picture so that I can go hide in my hoodie again.”
After I took these pictures I asked myself. What are the goals? What’s the plan? How are you going to do this?
First, I had to get rid of all of the sugar in my house. I’m like a crack head, I just can’t have it here.
Then, I had to visualize where I wanted to be. I want to lose about eight to ten pounds a month until I reach 150 lbs. By the time summer is here I want to be comfortable in my skin again. I’m a summer girl and live in a bathing suit whether or not it’s for the greater good. It would be nice to spare some people from this monstrosity because the whole bathing suit thing is going to happen regardless.
Obviously I need to clean up my diet. I have a friend who owns The Performance Labs she has given me the meal plan that I need to be successful. It mainly consists of eating clean and carb cycling. The sad thing is that she gave it to me last summer and I never did it. I kept pushing it to another day. Day dreaming about getting this stuff done is great. It makes you feel better about looking the way that you do. But day dreaming isn’t going to get me out of this body.
I aim to hit the gym… hard. I love working out. Weird, because I don’t look like it. I plan on doing lots of cardio at the gym including boot camp and spin classes. I need to develop a weight lifting plan, but in the meantime I plan on doing crossfit strength workouts about two times a week. I also plan on running outside when ever the weather permits it and yoga for a personal special treat.
I’ll log in my weight every Friday and I plan on posting pictures once a month. I will also post workouts and random recipes that I find particularly delightful. I think I’ve talked about this long enough now it’s time to follow through. Wish me luck!