Okay, so today is a big day. Because today is DAY ONE.
Day one of what, you ask? Why it’s day one of cold turkey no sugar until I get down to 195 pounds. Thank you for asking. That’s no cokes, no deserts, no koolaide, no cinnamon rolls at Ci Ci’s pizza buffet. This is a lifestyle-wide ban on sugar (except for waffle syrup and fruit loops of course) until such time as I lose the 25 pounds necessary to get me to 195. At that point, I am allowed to resume consumption of said sugar, but only in such amounts that do not raise my weight back over 200. Ortego has agree to act as my will power for the duration of this attempt.
It’s going to be a very difficult few months, that’s for sure. I plan on chronicling this dark period in my life here on my blog so that Ortego and my mother can share it with me.
Some might question why I bother. I am not obese, just 20-30 pounds over ideal. I once got down to 19o when I was pregnant with Isaac and had morning sickness like that girl in the Exorcist. Ortego’s sister, Kaci, told me I looked like a crack addict. Clearly 195 is a good stopping point for my large frame.
I have tried cutting back on my sugar/coke intake in the past, and have at least got myself to the point where a glass of water instead of a coke doesn’t ruin my entire dinner. It hasn’t done me much good, though, because I have gained 10 pounds in the past 12 months. That’s not okay. I can no longer fit inside my pants. I have to wear my mom jeans that I bought while pregnant with Bear, and that’s depressing.
I am 25 years old. This is supposed to be the prime of my life and I feel fat and unattractive. I hide behind frumpy clothes and don’t go to the lake in the summer because I feel ugly. It’s not like 25 pounds constitutes a national disaster or even a health risk, but I am wasting my 20’s. I’ll never get the opportunity to young and thin and attractive again. I intend to feel pretty, then age well, and not regret my twenties.
I’ll take a picture later because I am totally putting a before and after comparison on here. And this blog is going to help boost my will power. There’s nothing like putting it all out there and putting your pride at risk to give you that extra incentive.