Frustration

Since I've started this blog, I've significantly reduced my caloric intake - specifically pertaining to food - at least it feels that way. Each meal is smaller. Truly. Even when I allowed myself to eat what I wanted on Sunday, it was less.

Guess what?! I've lost NOTHING. It's been what, over a week? I'm proud of myself for completely obsessing about losing weight - yet again - and eating less. But I'm frustrated. Even just ONE POUND would be worth what feels like a decent amount of work.

Have I had moments where I've eaten more than I should? Yes
But all-in-all, have I eaten less? Yes
Have I exercised enough? No
Have I cut back any amount of wine intake? No

Okay, so what am I going to do?

1. Continue to write down EVERYTHING that goes into my mouth.
2. Walk, walk, walk, walk and then walk some more.
3. No wine during the week. Sorry, Jen, but if you are going to do this, it's Fresca and walking until August.

(Fresca, you ask? Why it's the world's best alcohol substitute. Pour yourself a glass in place of wine. Be like LBJ and J. Wo and enjoy the refreshment.)

I've put myself in a position where a substantial amount of work needs to be done and results need to occur. The last 10 days have been a decent amount of work.

If e = mc2 then decent ≠ substantial, for sure.

I'm making myself a salad for lunch after I finish this and packing my gym shoes that will stay at my desk. I'm going to set alarms for myself to go for at least one walk during the day - ideally two. Four times around my office building is one mile. Take the stairs EVERY time I need to get to or from my office. No exceptions.

If I start logging a minimum of 10 miles per week, I will lose weight. I need to go to the gym after work and walk for 30 minutes (minimally.)

That's what I'm going to do.

Oh, and as I type, I'm uploading my CD collection so that I can load the new iPod I bought myself and get me some good tunes to motivate. AND put iTrain on it (but I have to get my back feeling strong before I go that far.) Hopefully by the time the dress gets here, I will have restored my back to a point where I can tear the elliptical apart for two solid months and get everything where it is supposed to be.

So you remember those women that eat whatever they want and don't gain an ounce? They don't exist. Those super skinny bitches? Yeah...they don't eat.

And they exercise.

So will I!