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40 in 52

According to the BMI, I need to lose so much weight that I might as well just check myself into Baylor and ask them to put me in a medically induced coma for three months.  The BMI has no idea that when I am mid-range of their scale, I look malnourished.  It’s okay.  They don’t know that my bone structure is that of a Clydesdale.

According to the trainer guy at my gym, his pincers, scale, chart, and tape measure (eeyaugh!), I should lose 46lbs to be at my optimal weight.  I like his better.  I don’t like jagged edges, though, so I’m going to clean that 46 down to 40 and work toward that goal.  Then, when I am with women who are complaining about their weight, I won’t make them feel inferior with my perfection.  I can still agree, “I know.  Supposedly, I should weigh 6lbs less to be my physical best.  It is so hard being me!” 

See, I’ve got 20 to get back to where I was this time last year, when I got laid off and started eating at Sonic every day.  Sonic is made of crack cocaine.  It is evil.  And maxi dresses are so forgiving.  It was like I was eating the devil and wearing an angel. 

I have yo-yo’ed for a full year now, finally gaining back into my red light territory.  It’s exhausting.  I can either quit and resign myself to a life of caftans and tater tots, or I can pick myself up again and work at my fitness.  Since the best thing about life is that you get to start over again every morning, and since I have a gym membership, I’m rebuking the tater tots in the name of Jebus and resisting the lure of the elastic waistband.

I’m not turning this blog into a weight loss diary, and have decided not to post my weight as I’ve done before.  If it’s that important, you’re welcome to look me up on and friend me there.  I will be keeping a tally of my goal here.  I am working toward a 40lbs weight loss in 52 weeks.

I figured out that I can do at least 30 minutes in the gym on my lunch hour ( future blog entries to include how to work out on a lunch hour and still smell nice) and I’m hoping I can find a way to get into the lap pool for an hour at least once a week.  Other than that I’ll be on my routine of calorie counting Monday through Thursday, eating whatever the foo I feel like on Fridays, and living moderation on the weekends. 

Why?  Because my favorite pants don’t fit and when I waved goodbye to Thor this morning, my arm kept going long after the wave was finished.


Happy. That about covers it.

2 thoughts on “40 in 52

  1. I lost 20 lb last year and have regained every ounce, possibly more (am afraid to check this week). Grr. I deal with stress with candy and peanut butter sandwiches, at 2 a.m. Also pasta (though not usually at 2 a.m.).

    So I am also working on this. My marking is nearly done. Then, I tell myself, life can return to “normal”. Though ideally eating sensibly and getting some exercise would be happening ALL the time, and not be abandoned whenever I start working again …

  2. I’m supposed to loose 40 pounds and I’m working on it and I will, but it’s hard and I become a whinging-boo-hooing baby. Arrragh! If I just get through loosing the first 10 pounds I know it’ll get easier. Maybe…

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