The diet. December 26th = Vacation. Beach. The diet starts today. 10 pounds. I'd be thrilled with 10 pounds.
Since joining a new gym I've been going pretty regularly (4ish times a week) and working out decently hard. I could do better. So I'm going to. I am committing in writing to working harder when I'm there, and counting calories. This week I'll up my cardio to 45 minutes and take a spinning class or two. Ugh. None of this is exciting.
Counting calories is the worst. I will declare a moratorium on eating after 8:30 at night thereby putting an end to snacking just to snack. Bye popcorn at 9:30 at night. See ya later edamame and half a box of reduced fat wheat thins. Oh and the Halloween candy is gone, long gone. I will also cut back on my alcohol intake. Perhaps I'll be sober sis Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
I will beat you 10 pounds. I will come out on top. I will wear my tight pants as a constant reminder that I am dieting. I will get up every time the alarm goes off at 5:45. No excuses. I will not snack and watch the Biggest Loser.
Dan will diet too. The difference is that in a week, he'll lose five pounds looking at the scale. Oh to be a man on a diet.
Here we go. Join me if you like!
I am going to be accountable. To the blog and therefore, to myself. To be clear, I won't starve myself, nor will I make myself miserable. It's simple math (which is good because I suck at math). More calories out than calories in.
The Best part? Vacation. Less than 2 months away.