Monday, February 14, 2005

In the words of Emeril...

it's time to kick it up a notch. I've been slacking...there's no denying it. This 2 pound teeter totter is by no means due to a plateau, no, it's all me. I haven't been keeping track of my points. I haven't been exercising. I haven't been eating healthy. I haven't the zone! Taco Bell and I have become friends again and after re-reading all my blog entries I'm ready to call this self-destructive relationship off. We must go our separate ways...there's no other choice I'm afraid. It's not you, it's me...I just have no self-control. Let Valentine's Day mark the beginning of my renewed devotion to, well, ME!

The bad news? I'm broke, the food in the house is minimal, and I don't get paid for another 4 days. The good news? Well, there is no good news but I'm going to give it a shot anyway. No more screwin’ around people! The vacation is over! Other people have jumped on the Kelly bus and are losing weight too. I can't let them pass me up because I'm a big ol' slacker. There will BE none of that. I've taken a new position at work and once it takes effect I'll get to move around much more instead of sitting at a desk all day. Lola is close to being allowed to go on walks with me. The gym has been calling my name lately and by God I'm going to start answering. I'm going to go in there and bust ass and make them impressed by what this big girl can do. "You go girl's" will be running rampant in that joint.

I miss the days of getting on the scale KNOWING I was going to lose. Now it's a hoping and praying kind of thing because I know I haven't been doing well. Any loss is an act of God not hard work on my part. So, tonight I will go to Weight Watchers, take whatever the scale gives me and know that next week it WILL be down significantly because I WILL have put in the work. Zone or no zone...I will do this. I don't have a choice. I'm tired of being disappointed in myself. A few months ago I was constantly amazed and impressed by the choices I was making and the rewards it gave me. Why does what was so easy for me then seem so hard (again) for me now?

I need a game plan...a plan of attack.

1. Exercise, exercise, exercise!

2. If going certain places makes it easy for me to eat badly, don't go there that often. And if I am going there, eat before I go.

3. Gain an undeniable understanding that whatever food I am about to cave on is going to be there another day. Taco Bell isn't closing it's borders, Ben & Jerry are not refusing to milk another cow and Flying Pie Pizza will be hand-tossing their dough for years to come. By opting to make a good decision and not eat something I'm confronted with one day does not mean I will never get it again. If anything, it'll promise me more years down the road to enjoy those things once in a while. I'll feel much better about myself after turning it down then I will after I eat it and hate myself for giving in.

4. Drink water, drink water, drink water.

4 simple ways to succeed. There are many more things I can do but I think sticking to those 4 things will have me well on my way. So, count today as my last hoorah and tomorrow...I'm back to being a BIG LOSER!!!

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