So, I hit a wall with the weight loss.
Actually, I am totally lying. I jumped off the weight loss wagon. I feel the need to be honest since I have been watching a whole lot of Celebrity Rehab lately.
(Totally off the subject but OHMYGOD isn't it wonderful to know that no matter what there is always someone crazier than you are out there? Am I right? Hell to the yeah.)
So anyhoosies, where was I again?? Oh yeah, weight loss.
Oy vay. I have struggled with weight since I was about eight years old. Since then, I can not think of a time in my life where I have not been thinking about how much I weighed or how I looked in my clothes. How sad is that? Even more sad, I don't think I know anyone, especially a girl, who is not thinking of her weight most of the time. Sick. Sick, sick, sick.
Today I have started a new approach to Fat Camp. I'm old. My metabolism is not as cooperative as it used to be. I need to buckle down and push myself. I would love to not be thinking of my weight most of the time. I would love to be comfortable with what I weigh and how my stomach looks while I am in a seated position. Will I ever get to this level of comfort? I don't know. Are any of you at this level? Anyone??
So I am making a huge sacrifice to the Fat Gods. Are you guys ready for this? Are you sitting down? Are you holding on to something secure so you are not BLOWN away by this announcement?
I have given up Diet Coke.
I'll give you guys a minute to let that sink in.
I know, right?? This is HUGE. (That's what she said.) Now keep in mind, today is just day two of no Diet Coke. And it is only 8:30 in the morning. But one day at a time, am I right my friends? My goal is to give it up for at least a week. And then if I make it through the week without killing anyone, I'll go another week. And so on and so forth. I've also given up my beloved vanilla coffee. I'm doing plain coffee with skim milk. Blech. But I need the caffeine. And I am drinking a lot of this flavorless, clear liquid called "water." Have you guys heard of it? It's okay. Not a huge fan, but I can deal with it. Because I am not a quitter.
I mean, other than jumping off the Fat Camp wagon. But I am back on, so give me a break, okay? Sheesh.
Wish me luck. And pray for those near and dear to me. I'm actually a little scared for them.