Saturday, October 1, 2011


I'm not exactly sure what's happened over the past year, but I've gained 15 icky pounds. I've been happy, I've been busy, but I've been eating like crap.

This time around, this is for me. No posting links to the blog on Facebook, or discussing weight-loss tips with others. This is for me, and me alone. It's been 2yrs since my daughter was born, and I've left a trail of half-assed beginnings to lose this hefty version of myself. Notes about goals, calorie counts, and weight progressions litter my house, social media and cell phone, but they all total up to zero. Nothing. Nada. Zip. (Or, not-zip, as the case may be with a certain pair of jeans I was so excited about a few posts ago).

I've taken on work challenges, financial challenges, personal challenges this year. Those hurdles are in the dust behind me, easy when I took a "no excuses" mentality. The last and final hurdle to my eternal happiness is me. More about health and strength than scale numbers, but they all go hand in hand. I'm tired, I'm weak and dissatisfied with my general performance as a living, breathing human being. All my other responsibilities are handled exceptionally - I'm a great mom, great wife(y), great employee, etc. Time to be a Great ME.

The numbers:
My BMR is 1830
Calories needed to maintain weight is 2500
Calorie goal per day is 1800, which mean I should lose one pound every 5 days.

Okay? Okay. Over this fat bullshit.