I'm trying hard not to say "lose weight", 'cause that's what I say every year, and only one year I succeeded. I managed to lose 28 pounds and keep it off for a good while, but then it snuck back up and then some. So bye-bye 124 pounds, hello 60 pounds more than that. Side note: I just can't bring myself to type my actual weight, so you'll just have to do the math.
Yet, despite not saying I'm going to lose weight, I joined the Lose It Bitch challenge, which runs from January 2 through April 30 (I think - rules and dates haven't been formalized yet), which means that every Wednesday I'm going to have to post a picture of what my scale says here on my blog. God, the humiliation and torture.
How am I going to do this without torturing myself to death? Well, I sure the hell don't intend on starving myself to death...that doesn't work any way. I've tried, but I don't have the will power to do it. So, I guess I'll have to start with cutting my Coke intake down. And maybe my dining out at lunch intake down. And absolutely no Chinese food on Tuesdays, the day before weigh in. God, that salt swelling'll kill you when you get on the scale.
And *heavy sigh*, I'm going to have to start actually using my gym membership. I don't really mind working out - it's not my favorite thing in the world - but it's not as fun as playing sports. However, I'm in no shape to play sports, so the working out thing has to be my starting point. I'm shooting for a minimum of three times a week for at least thirty minutes. I really like (when I have time) thirty minutes of cardio and thirty minutes of lifting, but I'm not sure how I'll eek out an hour at the gym.
I think that RockCrawlinChef will even join me at the gym, so I'll have some on-hand support. Heck, if this works out, I might even be in good enough shape to tackle an over-thirty soccer league this summer. Man, I do miss me some soccer.
And, honestly, it'll feel good to let my inner Michelle Rodriguez out.
Now that's what a GunDiva's supposed to look like!