Friday, February 20, 2009

A countdown

Here we are, gearing up for another weekend. I approach it with relief (no more working or poop-scented stairwells for a couple of days) and excitement (juicing starts in 3-2-1...!)

So tonight or tomorrow I'll pick up the juicer. Tomorrow or Sunday I'll pick up the many mysterious, organic ingredients I need from Whole Foods, and either Sunday or Monday I'll start the detox program.

I'm excited about the juice detox because I think it'll be the push I need to get me eating healthier and exercising. Lately when I get on the scale the numbers are increasing, and I'm becoming rather afraid that I'm going to be one of those people that other, thinner people shake their head at sadly and remark to each other that I must be so sad and out of control. Poor fat girl.

I haven't wanted to mention it, because I hate mentioning diet/weight loss goals, only to then not meet the goal and end up feeling like a huge (literally) failure, but I have decided it's time to mention this goal. I would like to lose 50 pounds by December. 50! Holy mother. That's a lot. I am going to Maui in December, and would like to not feel like a beached whale in my bathing suit. I feel OK about mentioning my goal at this point because I feel will-power coming my way. The last time I felt this obsessed about a lifestyle change, I lost 30 pounds. It was the SugarBusters diet. Which I would totally recommend to anyone. SugarBusters isn't really a diet, it's a change of lifestyle. It's a very reasonable way of eating. My sadistic kickboxing instructor didn't hurt, either.

So anyway, I think 50 pounds by December is totally doable. That's 5.5 pounds per month. A 50-pound loss would put me at about where I was at my most comfortable weight, several years ago. What, you may be wondering, happened, that I gained 50 pounds back after a 30 pound loss? Cookies. Living alone in a weird town with all of my loved ones far away. That was an easy 15 pounds. Engagement was another 5. Marriage and the rapid fire deaths of a few family members was the rest. Nothing like dead relatives to make you feel entitled to gorge on pizza and beer. Now that we're returning to some semblance of normalcy, I need to establish normal, healthy eating patterns again, and I'm hoping this juice detox is exactly the kick in the ass I've been needing.

So stay tuned! I'll report in on Monday with an update...


  1. I want to leave a comment but I don't know what to say. You already said everything. Good luck? You don't need luck. You need motivation and will-power. Sounds like you have that. I think you can do it. I think the juice thing'll get old fast. Wish I'd done it before I started the Shred. I'm pulling for ya.

  2. Good luck with your new start. We will both be cheering for each other. If you ever want to go to the gym or for a hike...let me know.