It's 5 am and I'm watching weight loss infomercials.

Clearly old habits die hard in my world. Hey, it's not like I woke up with the sole intention of watching crap t.v. "Hey, let's get up at 3:30 am and stay up cause there's nothing more exciting that spending hours you could be sleeping watching male enhancement infomercials. Viva Viagra!" Damned mother nature and her incessant need to pee; ruins all sorts of plans, let me tell ya.

So here we are, June 1st 2009. This year is flying by, and I've done nothing. Let me rephrase that. I've done a great deal in life, but I've done very little towards getting healthy and continuing on my endless weight loss battle. The thing that frightens me the most is that I still have that bet with my OBGYN that I'll have lost 60lbs by my annual visit in December. Well, I've successfully managed to GAIN 16lbs this year. Jesus. How is that even possible? I know I've been crazy busy with school and work and all that jazz...but 16lbs, AND I go to the gym at least 4x/week? Insane. I blame it on getting old and my metabolism basically going down the tubes. When I lost weight the first time, I was 22 years old and constantly on my feet. Fast forward 5 years; I'm 27 and rarely move from my desk. Despite the fact that I do make it to the gym, it's simply not enough. And I'm eating crap. I can feel it in my body and mind when I eat "dirty," and that has to stop.

My mid-year revamp starts today. I'm eating clean. Sticking to 1,500 cals/day every day. I'm not going to be perfect, God knows that. But I'm going to make an effort. I'm going to get at least 30 minutes of activity every day, even if that means just mowing the lawn or going for a post dinner walk. I need to make this happen; I'm not getting any younger, and I'm killing myself at an accelerated rate by carrying all of this extra weight around. I'm dangerously close to reaching a set of #'s I vowed NEVER to return to, and I can't allow myself to cross into that abyss again. I just can't. Today is a new day people.

So let's talk #'s. By now, you're all aware that I weight a lot and I'm not afraid to discuss those #'s. When I returned from NYC last week (there will be a post about the remainder of my trip, which I'll get to this evening, promise) I stepped on the scale and had gained 6lbs. Not a huge shock. We basically ate our way through that city, despite the tremendous amount of walking we did. I also received a visit from mother nature last week, so we'll take that into account too. I stepped on the scale Saturday morning, and had gone down 4lbs since my return from vaca. 292.4. Ouch, I know. Let's count by 2's. Ready?

Saturday June 6 = 290
Saturday June 13 = 288
Saturday June 20 = 286
Saturday June 27 = 284
Saturday July 4 = 282
Saturday July 11 = 280
Saturday July 18 = 278
Saturday July 25 = 276
Saturday August 1= 274
Saturday August 8= 272
Saturday August 15= 270
Saturday August 22= 268
Saturday August 29= 266
Saturday September 5=264
Saturday September 12=262
Saturday September 19=260
Saturday September 26=258
Saturday October 3=256
Saturday October 10=254
Saturday October 17=252
Saturday October 24=250
Saturday October 31=248
Saturday November 7=246
Saturday November 14=244
Saturday November 21=242
Saturday November 28=240
Saturday December 5=238
Saturday December 12=236
Saturday December 19=234
Saturday December 26=232

So there you have it. At the rate of 2lbs/week, realistically, I can see a loss of 60lbs by the end of the year. I know that'll thrill the pants off of my OBGYN...plus I'll inherit an entirely new wardrobe. Can't argue with that!

Well, that's it people. That's the plan. I'm all for accountability, so if anybody would like to keep me in check, by all means, don't hesitate. It's now 6:02am and I'm gonna get going to the gym.

Here's to a new day, and a new me.