Day Dos.

Alright, ladies and gents, how did you do yesterday and today? Yesterday was pretty good for me, the only thing I could have done better on was the end of the night... I went the Eclipse premiere at midnight, and was STARVING by 1am, so I had some of the hubby's popcorn. Shame, shame, I know. But I only ate until I was satisfied. The rest of the time I was trying not to pass out from excitement and trying to contain my inner fangirl for Chase's sake.

Today was even better. Since I got like 4 hours of sleep last night, I took a 5-hour nap today. I guess you couldn't really call that a nap, but that means I totally didn't eat those 5 hours, haha. Looks like I'll be taking a Tylenol PM to get my butt in bed before sunrise. I DID go to the gym today for an hour and a half. Woot! I went to the P90X abs class, then Zumba.

Which brings me to my next point: another goal I have is to not feel like a fat ass whore while shaking my bootay in Zumba. I usually hate Zumba for that reason. It's an awesome workout, but 1) I can't help but laugh at myself when I look in the mirror and I'm gyrating, and 2) there's ALWAYS a creeper in the back of the class. Never fails. Lately it's been a 45-year-old Indian dude WHO DOESN'T EVEN DANCE. He kinds moves around, but I know why he's there. He can't fool me. He's getting his kicks watching all the overweight women try to look like Latin strippers. Rando. But I digress...

Today was successful for me. How 'bout y'all?

P.S. Heather, I was TOTALLY saying those quotes to myself at the gym. :)

Here we go! Day 1.

Ok, it's Day 1, and I went to the gym this morning (yay!). I help teach Body Combat there on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and also some Monday mornings. It holds me accountable because the other teacher counts on me to be there. That's why I recommend having a workout buddy. You don't have to do the same workout, just plan to meet at the same time on certain days.

As far as diet goes, the way I lost weight in the beginning was by counting calories. I've tried every diet plan in existence, and this works best for me. I am SO picky, so it's incredibly hard for me to eat the right foods. Instead, I cut my portions and try to eat 1600 calories a day or less. But no fewer than 1200. I'm at 510 so far for the day, and I've done my hour of cardio, so I'm holding strong! Sure, it's only noon on the west coast, but I'm staying positive.

I've decided to keep a photo diary of myself. I'll do new photos every month, so I'll see how far I've come by July 29th, then August 29th, etc. This is extremely difficult for me, because I'm so used to posing to get the best angle. This is requiring me to show myself and the world my true size. While this is terrifying, it's also motivating. I'm NOT going to stay like this. I WILL get smaller. I encourage you to keep a photo diary too, and post them on here. It's scary, but it'll hold you accountable. We're all in the same boat. So, here we go!

Day 1 weight: 179.8

Let's lay it all out.

I'd like to say I'm doing this to get healthy, but that's a load of shit. Honestly, I just want to get hot. I'm 22. I'm entitled to focus more on my looks than my blood pressure. Getting skinny is what I'm after, getting healthy will be a nice side effect. Just want to get that out there. I've done plenty of weight loss plans in the past 12 years, but blogging had never had it's part in any of them. I feel like with having readers (and myself) holding me accountable, this might be just what I needed.

I've always been the overweight friend. By the time I got to the 5th grade, I was well over 100 pounds. I hit in the 170's my senior year of high school, and started going to PT Gym. A trainer there made a bet with me and gave me a diet and exercise plan. The bet was that if I followed his plan for 3 months, he would give me $50. I honestly couldn't care less about the $50, but this trainer was a total babe, so that's what kept me going. Seriously. So, I stuck to the plan and lost over 20 pounds. Then was hired at the gym. I kept losing and getting more and more in shape. I even got certified to teach a kickboxing class. The lowest I maintained was around 135. I was a size 6, but of course still thought I was fat. I was a ra-tard.

Then I got married. I literally blew up. I've been on a steady climb up the scale ever since, and now I'm in the 180's. This is ridiculous. I cry when I get dressed, none of my clothes fit, and I hate my body. I'm a chronic dieter, and I'll lose a few pounds, then put them right back on. My metabolism is shot.

Weight loss in a nut shell is this: burn more calories than you take in. That's it. Your body takes from your fat reserves and uses that for energy, causing you to lose weight. I KNOW this in my head, but making myself do it for an extended period of time is another story.

That's where you come in! I want everyone who is ready for change to join me. Share here your goals, struggles, triumphs, all that crap. I want to know. And I'll share mine with you. I'll keep you updated with my weight, with pics, with my diet, all that jazz.

Here are my goals: I want to go shopping because my clothes are too big for me, not because they are too small. I want to get a belly button ring again. I want to run in a sports bra and not jiggle. I want people to notice my face first, not my stomach. I want to WANT to go to the beach. I am currently a size 14. I'm going to be a size 6 again.

What are your goals?

I'm starting this physical and emotional beating tomorrow, so stay tuned.