People always say to eat healthy and exercise. I've always said that that was bullshit. So tomorrow I'm starting another diet which will finally consist of eating healthy and exercising. I figured I might as well give it a shot. I'm turning 30 in August and I can't even walk up a flight of stairs without getting tired. And once I'm up the stairs I want a milkshake.
We are doing the Biggest Loser at work so I have another 16 hours to see how much food I can stuff into my mouth to bulk up before the competitoin. I'm terrified of public humiliation so I decided if I started a blog then I'd actually have to stick to it. Plus the public weigh ins and cash prize may encourage me to not eat my usual diet of fried fat and beer.
The goal is to be between 175 and 180 by the time I leave for Las Vegas on April 10th. Las Vegas is a big deal because it is my sister's birthday and it sucks to be fat in cities that are hot because as anyone who is fat knows - your clothes stick between your fat rolls once they heat up. Nobody wants to see my bitch tits sweating in my "I heart Las Vegas" shirt so this is my last chance.
That gives me 68 days to lose an undetermined amount of weight. I think I'm about 210. 215? Oh jesus I don't even know anymore because I'm so frigging fat I feel bad for the little scale when I get on it. We have one of those horrific calculator fancy shmancy scales that tells you your body fat index and your actual age. It practically screams "Get the hell off of me fatass before I shock you" every time I get on it. So I have been avoiding it. Plus it is so depressing to know the number. And it would require me to walk upstairs to get on it. Anyway I'll post the weight tomorrow after the offical weigh in. Then we can count down from there.
68 Days to go...Or 2 months, 9 days...or 5,875,200 seconds...or 97,920 minutes... or 1632 hours
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