It's A New Day!

Late last week I was walking to the train, thinking about that fact that next summer is my 40th birthday, when I started doing the math. (The Big One had me calculating how many days we had all been alive yesterday…how bizarre. Strange math must run in the family.

BTW, I’m something like 14,315 days old, but whose counting.)

In 40 weeks, 3 day I will turn 40 years old.

Holy Shit…I’m gonna be 40.

Then I started thinking about how I want to lose weight. Because honestly I’m tired of being fat. I told The Hubby (yeah, I said TOLD), that since he wouldn’t let me buy in to the White Sox season ticket package at work, he had to buy me a treadmill. (I know, I’m not sure how I went from Sox tickets to exercise equipment either, but there you go.)

So, I’ve set a goal. I think it’s attainable.

I want to lose 40 lbs by the time I turn 40.

1 pound a week.

Easy, right????

Starting today, I am going to channel my inner Bridget Jones and start a diary. Okay, not total Bridget Jones. I’m not going to whine about how much I loathe/love Mark Darcy (although I do kinda love me some Mark Darcy)

and keep track of how many cigarettes I smoked each day, as I don’t smoke, but you get the idea. A food diary. Maybe if I keep track of the crap I’m eating it will encourage me to stop eating it. Damn you french fries!!!!

So, here goes:

Week 1 – 

Weight : ... yeah right you didn’t actually think I was going to post my weight did you…I’m fat not stupid.

Total Weight Loss : ... Give me a break today is only the first day.

Have a great week!
S