thehappystudent

This was my do-or-else goal, and I failed. Enormously (haha). I actually gained weight – about 8 lbs. And I usually don’t put on weight quickly. But food has been my friend (like Liz Lemon’s “I don’t know, let me ask food.” brand of emotional eating. Only not as sad and lonely. I’ve been doing a lot of indecisive thinking and a lot of happy eating – I need to be more decisive and miserable, apparently, to be skinny).

Anyway, I’m going to give myself until after Xmas, and then I’m going to go back to being a vegetarian, for a start. I liked being a vegetarian, so that isn’t actually a punishment for my failure as much as a strategy that I know will work. And if I don’t see results quickly, I’ll start drastically cutting calories (though I don’t respond well to that – I eat little all day and then binge at night.)

Ah, dammit. We’ll see.

7:30 am – 1/2 vitamin water (60 cal); Luna Bar (180) =240
10:00 am – 1/4 cup oats(150); 1 banana (105); 1 tbs peanutbutter (100) =355
12 pm – 6 crackers (90) 1/2 can of soup (130) =220
3pm – yogurt (180); whey (100) =280

I’m very committed to doing this the healthy way, and maybe hanging onto a new “diet” for life.

I’m about 20 lbs off my fighting weight, and I’ve said for months that I’d pull an effort together and drop those lbs… simply lip service, so far, except for a brief six pound dip early summer.

Problem started when I began eating meat again and going out for regular (read: nightly) beers with the guys last winter; it continued even after I gave up my burgers and budwisers.

Sad truth might be somewhere around here: I’m older, lazier, and more sluggish of both metabolism and disposition than I was when I cleaned up my act ~2 1/2 years ago, so now simply dropping the bad habits and walking to work ain’t cutting it like it used to. Probably doesn’t help that I no longer smoke (avidly), so I’m not getting that little jump start on my metabolism.

Pity party for me.

But I run cold at the thought of flash dieting or avid dieting, because I have a couple friends who’ve gone semi to full-on anorexic, which seems so scary, unhealthy, imbalanced, batshit, and tacky to me. I also have a lot of friends who trend diet, and they are just as fat as I am, no matter how trendy their inevitably ignored restrictions. I want something that I can live with; that won’t kill me; that will work.

Heh, I could use a smoke (but won’t).

So, I’m doing the Abs Diet. Trendy? Maybe a little. Healthy? Totally. That’s the whole point. It’s one of those “Look, this can be a lifestyle, if you let it” programs advocating healthy, humane, balanced meals and simple, effective exercize.

Sigh. So, here I am at 149. If I don’t hit this goal in 10 weeks (that’s a healthy 2-a-week), I’ll crack down on myself by not allowing myself fun unless I’ve done my requisite 25 minutes of exercising that day, I’ll not allow myself any meat whatsoever, and I’ll take out that one free-for-all meal allowed each week by the diet plan.