Spandex Can Only Do So Much
The week before last, I bought a sixty-five dollar pair of underwear. I did it because Isabel said they'd be well worth it, and because I was going to Houston, and I had not dropped the ten pounds I've been swearing I would since before I was going to Blogher last summer.
The sixty-five dollar underwear performed admirably for the occasion. But then I went to New York, and Tremblant, and New Orleans, and really, it's asking too much of the Spanx to contain a solid week's worth of four-course dinners and pastry breakfasts.
Thank God, Kristen had mentioned a few weeks earlier that she wanted to try Jillian Michaels - 30 Day Shred, which I bought months ago in an earlier round of good intentions.
I'm in, I twittered back to her. Let's blog about it to hold me accountable.
It all seemed like a very good idea until tonight. In a moment, I have to jump up and sweat for 20 minutes, when really, all I want to do is curl up on the couch with the pralines I picked up in New Orleans for my mom.
But I'm committed. Twenty minutes a day, thirty days, progressing through three difficulty levels in ten-day stages. I'm also going to get serious about reining in the eating. I've put on ten pounds in the last year, and while I'm actually okay with those ten pounds, it's the next ten, and the ten after that, that I worry about.
So I'm going to use an online calorie counter to recallibrate my intake. Nothing spartan. 1400 calories a day. More whole foods. Less refined carbs. More water.
I wrote in my Facebook 25 Things Meme that I'd like to wear a bikini one more summer, but that I'm probably not willing to suffer for it. But maybe I am, just a little.
I'll be reporting on my progress weekly, here, Monday nights until March 31. You can keep up with the whole gang, now gone way beyond me and Kristen, over here. Better yet, join in! Misery LOVES company.
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