Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Two miles

Today marks the third day of NutriSystem, but the first day I've exercised. I will go on record saying that I loathe working out. Once I'm done, I'm glad I did it. I didn't realize that my NS goodie box also included a Leslie Sansone DVD. I walked two miles in my living room. It wasn't hard and I feel like a rock star at the moment. I look like something the cat dragged in; mascara left over from yesterday streaks under my eyes, sweat soaked hair pulled up in a scrunchie (Carrie Bradshaw would be ashamed), and socks that don't match. Does it matter? Nope.
I can't remember the last time I walked with cardio intent. This felt good. I'm feelin' fine. I have three Leslie Sansone CD ripped onto my iPod. I so look forward to warmer weather here in the Midwest. I could walk the mall, but since I am employed within the dismal confines of such a place, I go out of my way to spend as little time as possible there. The at home walking version will have to make do until Madame Spring makes her presence known.
I don't feel hungry. I'm one of those people who can and will (would) eat if food is placed before me. My stomach doesn't indicate feeling full. When I'm idle, I eat. When I'm stressed, I eat. When I'm horny, I eat (remember the 3 yr of celibacy). When others are eating, I feel compelled to break bread right along side them. All of that horrific thinking came to a halt when I opened the enormous box I picked up at the Post Office.
I gave serious consideration to keeping my weight loss/lifestyle change a secret. I also recognized that it was a subconscious means of sabotaging myself in doing so. If no one knows about my plan, then they surely won't know I'm doing myself in by chowing down on General Tso's Chicken from Foo- Manchu Wok. I've broadcast my intent across the workplace. I've let the colorful NS boxes show. I'm writing about it in this blog as well as telling anyone who'll listen on myspace about it. I'm holding myself accountable to myself for the first time in a long time. It feels good. No, it feels phenomenal.


  1. I loathe expression "You Go, Girl"... so let's steal from "Better Off Dead": "Keeeck ees ass."

    I'm so happy for you. Great things (and smaller pant sizes) are on your way. Congratulations on the dedication!!

  2. Oh, thank so much for the support and congrats, Lydia. lol LOVE Better off Dead. Ha!


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