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Hearing 'Landslide' ~ Stevie Nicks
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September’s here and the air is fresh and crispy clean. Swimsuits are safely tucked away, along with all things fleshy and falsely tanned. It’s baggy sweater and jeans weather, and that can mean only one thing. It’s time for me to obsess about my weight.
I know, I know. But I have to start today because legally all diets and subsequent fitness journals have to begin on Monday or they cannot, in good conscience, be broken on Friday. So let’s just do this thing, shall we? Hey ~ nobody wants this! But I have to lose weight, and blogging it keeps me honest, or as can be, anyway. And my misery adores company. So…there.
Long story short ~ I need to lose 11 pounds. Yes, the same 11 pounds as before. And the time before that. No, wait. Not exactly the same ~ I lost 3, then gained 2, lost 5, went to Houston…then there was that long weekend…Well, nevermind. It’s 11 now.
My motives are not noble. Far from it. I just want to feel slim and confident in my slim and confident fall slacks. I have some very nice things hanging in my closet, damnit, and I do not believe in letting down one’s wardrobe in its time of need, which is to say just before everything goes out of style and high waists and pleats make a comeback.
Also, frankly, I want to look hot. I’m not proud of it. But there it is. The ugly id exposed. More 'Desperate Housewives' and less, well, desperate.
A lot of very nice people have suggested in the past that I try Weight Watchers. I know that this is an excellent program that works for many people, but it just isn’t me. For one thing, I do not function properly in group situations. I don’t 'share' well with strangers, especially those that are coming at me with scales with intent to publicly weigh, nor can I bring myself to monitor my food intake with the precision of a scientist mapping the human genome. It is what it is. I eat too much. I need to eat less.
In the course of a lifetime I have been on every diet known to mankind. I’ve been Zoned and Toned from Grapefruit to Popcorn, hi-carb to no-carb and back again. I once ate peanut butter and beets for breakfast. I was Atkins when Atkins wasn’t cool. From Scarsdale to South Beach, I have probably lost and gained hundreds of pounds ~ enough fat cells to create my own small army of brand new people ~ odd-looking, doughy little people, but still....
And when all is said and done, if I have learned one thing it’s just this:
Calories consumed > than calories expended = weight gain
Calories consumed = calories expended = status quo
Calories consumed < calories expended = weight loss
It doesn’t matter how many books you’ve written, how many phony degrees you tack on to the end of your name or how many times you’ve gone on Oprah and made her cry; the basic equations never change. It’s just that simple. And that difficult.
There ~ now I’ve gone and made myself all depressed again. Is it Friday yet?
Fitness Log : September 19, 2005
Breakfast: black coffee, one hit of SAM-E. Better living through chemistry. I had a coupon.
Lunch: ¼ cantaloupe
Dinner: Big salad: lettuce, onion, gorganzola, black olives, vinaigrette dressing, tri-tip steak with BBQ sauce. Water.
Gym: Yoga 1 hour
Treadmill: 2.27 miles 31 minutes
Weight: plus 11
Goal: minus 11 by late October
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I wonder where all those diet experts are who say you can lose all the weight you want if you just cut out 100 calories a day. They break it down into things we can wrap our arms around: a pat of butter, a dollup of sour cream, a slosh of half and half in the coffee, the skin from a chicken breast. Maybe I'm going about this all wrong, but wouldn't you rather cut four cups of steamed broccoli from your daily allowance than forgo high fat dairy?
Oprah isn't the only one crying. Or whining.
I think your ugly id is cute in those high-waisted, pleated slacks. Not hot. Cute. -
Joe and I are going to Mexico for his birthday in about a month. I need to lose 20 pounds to fit into any type of bathing suit! lol! The same 20 pounds I gain and lose over and over. Ain't life grand! Good luck.
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sooo, all you had this day is black coffee, a Same-E (whatever the heck that is) and a 1/4 of a cantaloup?????
geeesh.
you know what I did....I just ate less. cut out one menu item..usually breakfast. I just had some Tea or Coffee. ate a sandwhich...with just some mustard and a little lunch meat. and ate very little at dinner. I cut back on my portion size...is what I am saying here. and I would exercise...go for a walk, or a run/walk and never eat after 6.
oh, and yes...wine.
mmmm.
anyway...that's my diet plan!
hahhaha...like you wanted to know this...
good luck GiGi!!
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God help us, everyone! Gigi's on a roll. This was about the funniest thing I've read in a long time! Only you girl.
High waists and pleats!!?! Ack. No! Never...again.
I have a theory. Now, mind you, it's just a theory. If you've been 11 pounds "over weight" for a year, is it possible this is your normal weight? From what I remember, we've all been trying to lose "that last ten pounds" for like...ever.
I mean if you think about it, when were you at your "perfect weight" - and if there ever was such a time, for how long did it last? [speaking for myself: aside from my 2 month bout with mono-weight last year, I was at my perfect weight in tenth grade.]
I'm giving in this year. I'm headed to Ross again this season. This time I'm determined to buy clothes that fit. ;)
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