Week One went...

OK, so I (tried) to get to the gym four times. I (tried) not to eat any pastas, crackers, breads and whatnot til my one cheat day.

I failed miserably.

Thursday I went to the cafeteria next to the workplace and got some soup. They had blackbean soup. Of course they have the rice right next to it. Since I hadn't eaten, I threw some in.

And I had crackers with it. And with the chili I had for dinner that day.

Friday I did well. Saturday was the cheat day.

Still, I'm seeing subtle differences. I'm still trying to get into my "outfit" I bought to wear once I was able to fit it comfortably. I can fit all in my closet, but if I wore this out in public, somebody would crack on me. You can see the outline of my belly in the shirt.

Paris Hilton says: "That's not hot."

I went to the gym four times. How many times did I go in?

3.

When I got there at 7:30 Saturday morning, I planned on getting right on the treadmill and going to work. They didn't open until 8. And I had to be at work at 9. (Note to self: Bally's hours suck on the weekend.)

We'll try again this week.

Mondays, cardio, stomach, legs
Tuesdays, cardio, arms, chest
Wednesdays, relax.
Thursdays, cardio, stomach, legs
Fridays, cardio, arms, chest
Saturdays, go if you missed a day of the week.
Sundays, relax.

April 15th, here I come!

OK, so I lied. I'm starting the restriction on Jan. 16. Hey, it's a Monday. I went shopping today and threw a LOT of stuff out (noodles, pancake mix, crackers) and replaced it with carrots, apples, lettuce and whatnot.

It sucked.

I should eat pancakes when I get off tonight.

Fourth time - on the 11th.

I almost went yesterday, but I couldn't find my card. My new 'tritionist (my boy Larry, who's going for a degree in Nutrition) told me I need to cut out starches to get rid of the gut.

"But what about the pot of speghetti I made yesterday?"

"Gih dat ta me. You know I love yo spaghetti nigga," he says, quickly reminding me he, who has a 32 inch waist and a fuckin 8 pack, can eat whatever the hell he wants. Somehow, he still can't master the english language...

So after I drop off da pot (you think I'mma just give the nigga a full pot of spaghetti?) I'm taking a break from starches. I'm supposed to show Rodney how I only spend $35 a week on groceries, so it'll be easy.

3 times - and it's the 9th.

OK, so my average gym-going experience is once every three days for the year so far.

In other words: I'm slackin on my pimpin'.

But I went. And I'm going to continue to go.

Now, I gotta get the eating thing under control. I've kinda backed off on all the junk I ate before my tooth was pulled. Yeah, I've eaten a bag of cheetos and had a brownie or two since, but it's still not the same. And I've lost 10 lbs since the tooth was taken. I'm trying to get a few more off. And I think I finally have the right motivation.

I never started this as a "health-related" weight loss. It's all about me. I feel great every day. My heart isn't being overexerted. I can run a mile and barely be out of breath at the end.

But I wanna go to the beach when my brother and I embark on Montego Bay for our 25th birthday in May and be like "look at it!"

... and I'm out!

Went tothe gym

Today, my eating habits are off the hook. I made banana pudding last night (momma was playin games while she was here). It was too much mix and not enough cookies to sop it up, so needless to say, I ended up eating two cupfuls of juice to make it get right.

Weighed in again. This time it said a little less than the last time. My starting point is 340 (this is what I'mma say -- It's actually lower than that). My goal is the same: by eating better, targeting my habit for eating late hours of the night and not enough in the morning, I plan to lose 65 pounds.

Wish me luck!