So we booked a trip to Jamaica on Friday. Five days, four nights at the Bay Roc Sandals in Montego Bay to celebrate our first anniversary.
I'm so excited, but also so worried, because Jamaica means beach, and that means bathing suit. There is no way in hell I could fit into last year's suits, and that worries me. I don't want to be one of those people at 40 who say they got fat 5 pounds at a time and never really noticed it. I don't want to be content with gaining a few pounds every year and just upping my 'magic number' - the weight that divides where I feel comfortable versus overweight.
So, here it is: my online confession and promise to myself.
I weigh 142 pounds - the most I have ever weighed.
My magic number when I finished my post-grad diploma was 135 pounds, and come hell or high water, I'm going to do everything I can to get there.
I have 25 days until Jamaica, and I start the South Beach diet tomorrow. I went shopping tonight and made breakfast quiches for the week, and also made South Beach-friendly stuffed green peppers for lunch & dinner tomorrow. I'm set - I have the motivation, I have the determination, and I have 3 bathing suits waiting for me to squeeze my ass into them....
Wish me luck.
Monday, April 21, 2008
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3 comments:
Though I hate my life and wish I was dead, this is the one thing that I need not ever worry about.
I drink like a fish, I don't eat right and I never exercise. Yet I'm 5'10" and steady at a lean and even somewhat muscular looking 172.6, with a 32" waist.
On the downside my amazing metabolism is pretty much all I have going for me and while I may look like I'm in shape, I get winded walking up a few flights of stairs.
Dont obsess over food, weight too much. I know that's easy to say, but you'll live to be a hundred if you cut out all the things that would make you want to.
Enjoy Jamaica!
Thanks beer.
And Mike, you're a lucky man.
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