Time for Action

Okay then, here we go. I am sick of addressing the scale. The little bastard.



I am taking charge.



I am making a plan.



Ten pounds need to be gone. If those pounds are listening, they should be very afraid.



Here's how I'm going to do it. I start tomorrow, Monday. I weigh myself on Mondays. 1500 calores a day, give or take. I'm not going to be obsessive about it and set myself up for failure. What I am going to do is use this blog to motivate myself. Every day I am going to post what passes my lips (as my mother used to say). Anything I eat or drink has to be divulged. No lying. I promise.

1500 calores and two miles of walking. Wine allowed once a week in moderation. Those are the rules. This will be a four-week endeavor. A four-week blitz. Either I will lose the weight or I will lose some of the weight or I will have the mean=spirited pleasure of proving that all this dieting bullshit we read everywhere is wrong. Are we ready, dear reader?

What always kills me is restaurant eating. I think I have successfully gotten rid of any potential restaurant outings. There are no parties coming up and no events that I can think of.

We will call my weight X for now. We start tomorrow. This picture was taken today and you can't really see the fleshy part of me, but it is there.





Tune in tomorrow, dear reader.

We'll see how it goes.