So here's something new. I need something to follow. I need accountability. On my own, it's far too easy to just avoid the scale. Pretend I don't see it. Especially when I have a sneaky suspicion that it will say something that will make me want to end it's miserable life. I know that I am more than a number, I am more than what I look like. I know all of this. Doesn't stop me from freaking out though. I'm woman enough to admit, sometimes I am that shallow.
Tulsa has not been kind to my workouts. My gym is ok, but some of the equipment is in less than stellar shape. Hard to run on a treadmill that drags. Also, something weird is going on with my knee when I run. No idea what the hell that's about. But never mind my whining, time to work the problem.
I thought about weight watchers, but it's meetings, while fun, are sometimes hard to get to. So, in lieu of that, I've signed up for Fitocracy Team Fitness, the No Nonsense Fat Loss plan. It's all online, log all the foods and all the workouts. There's a coach who evaluates what you do and gives you a program to work to help you meet your goal. It's three months and I'm going to need every minute. I cannot go home for Christmas looking like I got stuck in a fun house mirror.
It's fifteen pounds. I know people who have lost three times that amount and lived to tell. Let's see exactly how BAMF I am.
It's my one last hope. It's tiny. Maybe it's bigger on the inside...
