January 7, 2012

And So It Begins

Sure I've railed about the annual onrush of diet plans and unbelievable celebrity endorsements, but I'm not bitter.

Okay, I lied. I'm bitter. Or jealous. Or a combination of the two.

Or just plain freaked out because, at this point, the only things that look semi-acceptable on me anymore are stretchy pants and empire waist blouses. The thought of Pajama Jeans has even entered my mind.

So like a zillion other people, I've decided that 2012 will be the year that I lose the weight I wanted to lose last year.  And the year before that.

On January 2, I dusted off the long-dormant Wii Fit and fired it up. It proceeded to tell me in its own snarky way that it had been a long time since it "saw" me. I cussed at it.  On the inside of course.

Then I let it weigh me.
Yeah.  That.

It's now been seven days of eating like I should, eschewing the stuff that I know is bad, throwing in a little movement for good measure and logging everything into MyFitnessPal - a calorie and exercise tracker suggested by someone who's had success at losing and keeping off 50 pounds. Read her story here.

Today I fast-walked the three-mile route that I used to wog (Walk + Jog = Wog). A little huffing here, and a little puffing there, but its a start.

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