Almost there...

Wednesday, November 20, 2002

Well, it's official. Kevin and I are on a diet. I'd like to lose about 20 pounds, but it won't make me too sad if I only manage 10 or 15. That would still be a significant improvement. And there's nothing like a whole lot of peer/public pressure to keep me on the bandwagon. So I expect that when I get weak, the little voice in my head will remind me that if I do treat myself to X, Y, or Z, I'll have to report the corresponding weight gain (or at least lack of weight loss) to the world. For the past couple of years, I've been stuck hovering right around 150 pounds, but there are some clothes in my closet that I want to fit back into, and I'm not just willing to give up and buy new, larger clothes. The good news is that I shouldn't have any trouble maintaining my weight once I've lost what I want to. It's just shifting from maintenance down into actual loss that is a bit tricky.

It's a funny thing though. It was a lot easier to stay slim when I couldn't afford to eat well. For the past few years, it's been such a fantastic revelation not to be a starving student, or an underpaid teacher, and to be able to afford a nice dinner out, and to not have to order the cheapest thing on the menu, and to be able to have a dessert if I really really want it. So, maybe I'll end up saving money as well as losing pounds. This could be good all around.

Now I just need to convince Rick to either take an exercise class with me, or go walking with me after dinner, or something of the sort on those nights that I'm not already dancing.

And for those who think it's just plain crazy to start a diet around the holidays, I would tend to agree, except that I have a secret weapon - Fezziwigs. Dancing for 8-10 hours a day, two days a week, should have a nice countering effect on grandma's stuffing and giblet gravy.

Wish me luck.


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