Week 1 Weight: 200 Pounds
Week 1 BMI: 28.69 = Overweight
Week 1 Waist & Hip Measurements: 33.5 & 45.0
Yesterday, my love handles and I had a “heart-to-heart.” I let them know that they are no longer welcome on my body.
Of course, the evil lumps of fat just laughed at me at first. I guess I can’t blame them, though; this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve threatened to give them the boot.
But I swear I saw looks of concern from my love handles when I decided to track all of the food I eat and the exercise I complete using CalorieKing. I chose CalorieKing because I can ensure that I’m eating the proper nutrients (less fat, more fiber, etc.) and health is of the utmost importance.
And I think they really started to sweat when I agreed to eat no more than 1550 calories a day, walk (or complete an equivalent exercise) 6 days a week for at least 30 minutes, and do yoga 6 days a week for at least 20 minutes. As I continue the process of becoming healthier, I will challenge myself more.
The real clincher for my belly flab, though, was when I agreed to only step on the scale once a month. You see, the scale has been my enemy up to this point because when I step on it and don’t see what I want to see, I sabotage myself by eating unhealthy for days (or weeks) thereby fueling my spare tire.
Of course, that same spare tire cried when I started this blog. I decided that putting my goals out there for anyone to see would give me enough motivation to stick to this arrangement. So, I plan on updating the blog at least weekly.
Thus, I believe that my love handles understand that they only have until December 31st to find a new place to stay. Why December 31st, you ask? If I lose about two pounds a week, I would come close to my goal in 25 weeks or a little over 6 months. Of course, I want to be realistic and do this in a healthy manner. Accordingly, I plan on giving myself double that amount of time.
So, please wish me luck!
I applaud you, amyarmpit! I was going to send you a care package packed with orange cookies and moon pies, but I will take them out and send you healthy alternatives.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ma, for helping instead of hindering me. Now I don't have to choke you with the stench of my armpit.
ReplyDeleteIt was a typo. I swear on the grave of Higgins; that "p" tip-toed its way into your call name (or is it a user name?). I've eaten two of the moon pies. At my rate, there won't be any left to exclude from your package. I'm just trying to help.
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