Okay! Okay! Okay! I'll do it!!!
Historically, it has tended to take an outlandishly long time for me to make any sort of tangible move. Glance back to, what, four years ago? Mr. X: "I want a separation." Me: "Um, I don't believe you." Nearly two years later, I finally moved out. Twenty years ago... Me: "Hmmmmm. I wonder what I want to do when I grow up." Eighteen years later...epiphany. Three months ago: Me: "Wow. I'd better do something about my growing arse." Today: "Uuuuhhhh. Okay."
My promise from last fall has been on my mind for awhile now. A couple of weeks ago, I grabbed the body fat analyzer at work and gave it a good long squeeze. I told it what I weighed (146 lbs.) I told it how tall I was (5'5 1/2") and it told me that my body fat percentage was 28.7% and my BMI was 23.8. None of these numbers surprised me.
I told you numbers just like I promised. Now for the pictures. Here's my new-ish thrift store...I mean, Banana Republic little black dress. I would like to wear it in public. I think I would look smashing in it -- if it weren't so busy smashing me. So here I am, trying to break free from a size six dress (I cannot take a full inhalation). My hope is that in a few months I can post a photo of the dress and I getting along on friendlier terms (perhaps under a graduation gown...).
So what am I doing to make these numbers shrink? I'm keeping a food diary. If I am accountable for what I put in my mouth, I'm much more likely to think twice about offing 3/4 of a bag of conversation hearts. (It happened. I'm not proud.) I have had a food log on my phone for more than a year now. After I loaded it, I didn't open it for three months. Then one day I just did it. And for two weeks or so, I did a fabulous job of logging each meal and snack. It made exercise more fun because it automatically added the extra calories that I could eat for that day. Then summer school started. A cooking class. So I cooked. And tasted. And nibbled. And ate. And at the end of each day, I had no idea how to log those calories and nutrients. So I quit tracking.
A few months later, a gal at the gym suggested another food log app. I loaded it. I have yet to give it a glance. And then a few days ago at school, one of the guys in my major told me about a diet analysis program that his girlfriend had introduced him to. It is significantly easier to use than the MyPyramid.gov app that dietetics students so often are forced to use (and it surely crashes less often), and it has an iPhone app that continuously syncs with it to boot. So this morning as I was laying around feeling the extra poundage pool around my frame, I uploaded LiveStrong's MyPlate and logged my breakfast. Game on.
So now to further cement my commitment, I post this. My goal: to look awesome in that dress. I don't know how much weight loss that will take...fifteen-ish pounds? I'm more concerned with dropping the BMI and body fat percentage to a place where the trainer at work will say, "That's good!" instead of "That's good for your age."