Monday, January 31, 2011

I Don't Have to Eat EVERY Frito Pie That Crosses My Path

My wonderful and handsomely bearded boyfriend recently organized a fundraising event for the Austin Facial Hair Club, a group of competitive beard growers. They threw a Beard Prom that was a blast and a huge success. Here's a photo from the night of me with one of my best friends, the lovely Beth Anne. (I'm the oversized cupcake in pink on the right.) 

 

While I had an amazing and magical time, and was even crowned Prom Queen, my memory is now a little fogged by the back fat I never knew I had. Yes, I have upper and lower back fat! So, today marks my last day before the big crackdown.

Friday, January 28, 2011

A Small Dose of Reality

I just scarfed down the largest burrito I've ever eaten in my life; frantically and alone at my desk. Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to make sure I didn't have any cilantro in my teeth and was appalled at my newfound, double chin. I'm a smart career girl who knows that these things don't develop overnight and won't go away with the pass of a magic wand. So, let's get serious and swallow a small dose of reality...because I can't quite commit to stomaching the big dose of reality I might need.

Here goes:
-I'm 5'8" tall and 160 pounds. Not 154 or 156.5 as I frequently tell myself, but a solid 160!
-I drink beer. I love beer! I have the belly to prove it.
-I have a gym membership and stretch the truth about how frequently I use it.
-I don't limit my food intake at all!

Now for the reality of my goal:
-I may not be able to be 130 pounds healthily, but let's give it a go.
-I will eliminate beer as I see fit, but for the meantime I don't plan to change my alcohol consumption.
-I will start February by attending the 2 gym classes a week I tell everyone I already go to. (Tuesday Pilates and Wednesday Yoga-Pilates Fusion)
-I will stop eating the meat that I currently consume haphazardly, which conflicts with everybody's notion that I am a vegetarian. I will also take care to consume less cheese fries, pizza, fried pickles, et al that currently pack my waistband without regard for the calories.

And let's just see where this takes me at the end of February. Hell, I have a whole year to loose 30 pounds, let's not jump the gun with too much enthusiasm.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

130 by 30

I'm three weeks away from my 29th birthday, and my scale is quickly becoming my worst enemy. I haven't made a New Year's weight resolution in years and daily I think to myself, "just one more plate of cheese fries and I'll get back on track tomorrow." Honestly, I don't know if the cheese fries will ever end, but maybe next time I'll just dip them in fat-free ranch.

But seriously, if I could go back in time I would kick my 19 year-old self's ass for calling me fat! I'm appalled to think, that as a 130 pound, 19 year-old, sex-pot I was mortified about itsy, bitsy bikini season. God, what I'd do now to look decent in a granny-style one piece.

So, as I sit here with my muffin tops, beer belly, and burgeoning double chin I propose a change: to be 130 pounds, again, by my 30th birthday. That gives me 1 year to lose 30 pounds...because getting old and fat sucks!