Today was supposed to be the day I was going to start this big gimmick diet. BUT, I got so inspired after asking y'all what you were doing to lose the pounds, that I started last Wednesday. You had some good ones! After your prompting I found myself googling The Cookie Diet, South Beach Diet, The Kind Diet, P90X, The ABS diet, Weight Watchers, Breastfeeding (don't think that's going to happen, Courtney!), Muscle Max, Master Cleanse, Vitamin B injections and a few other things that you emailed me. But overwhelmingly, you all were in agreement that to lose the weight I needed to RUN! Ugh.
I hate to run. I hate to run with a passion, but I know that it is good for me. So- last week I went and got fitted for some new running shoes. My last pair had completely disintegrated on the inside. I'd like to say that it was because I wore them out, but that would be a big fat lie. I strapped on my new shoes- which btw feel like heaven!- and went for a walk. Not a run. A walk. Because it is all about small steps. I tried to get in a 2 mile walk most every day last week. I realize that I need to do a major overhaul to my running playlist on my iPod because the last time I actually "ran" for exercise was 3 years ago, so my running playlist still has me jammin' to Fergalicious, SexyBack and This Is Why I'm Hot. Now- I'm embarrassed a little.
I guess I'll just put this out there, because maybe if I put it in print, I'll actually get motivated to do it. I also googled "marathon training". Oh. My. Lifigus. (That is what my old college roommate's BF always said and it stuck with me.) Just hearing the word "marathon" scares the doodie right out of me. I'm not committing to it, I'm just saying that it is on my radar. There is a marathon in Louisville, KY in October. That would give me 6 months to train *IF* I decided I had the kahonas to give it a whirl. When I think of marathoners, I always think about these skinny, rail-thin waifs with giant veins popping out of their legs, trucking it down the road. That is SO not me. Well, maybe the varicose veins part- but the rest is a pipe dream. I can guarantee you, that if this marathon thing comes to fruition, I would use it as a way to raise some sponsorships for Congolese orphanages. That right there ought to be motivation enough, but just thinking about carrying this enormous butt 26 miles, makes my cellulite almost run and duck for cover. We'll see.
I also just tried to be a little nicer to myself. I know that counting calories and obsessing about it does not do me any good. So I tired little things. I tried to drink one less Diet Pepsi every day and drink one more glass of water. I tried to not each so much sugar and eat more green vegetables. I took a vitamin. Basically, I am trying to overhaul my life from the inside out. I still had a giant slice of pizza and some french fries, but that's life!
So here's to small steps. Because someone once said, "The journey of a thousand miles (or 26) begins with a single step." And for today, that is just about all I can tackle!