i'm so disgusted with myself i'm going to do this publicly
I weighed myself over the weekend. I could tell by the fit (and I use that term in the loosest--or rather tightest and most uncomfortable sense of the word possible) of my clothes that I've put on weight, but when I looked at the number I got a shock. I am going to share that number with you, because I think one of the only ways to get myself to do anything about it is to humiliate myself.
198.3
Wow. By wow, I mean ugh.
So here we go. The last time I got serious about this was in 2002, when I went on the "Orli's Ankles" diet. Every time I wanted to snack or eat unhealthy things, I posed myself this question: "What would you rather do, Muskrit--eat that thing or lick Orlando Bloom's ankles?" Since the answer was always Orli, I was able to keep myself on track.
Having given up the pursuit of Mr. Bloom's ankles and contented myself with admiring him from afar, I have had to design a new plan. Now when I eat plain oatmeal, for example, instead of the maple and brown sugar oatmeal, I say to myself, "Mmm! Tastes like size 8!" Yes, it's working so far; and yes, the exclamation marks help. ;p
The exercise program is to come; so far I'm at taking the stairs instead of the escalator or elevator. Crunches will commence this evening, though I'm not yet sure how cheer myself on for those...
Stay tuned for humiliating updates every Monday! Or, you know, scroll on by.
198.3
Wow. By wow, I mean ugh.
So here we go. The last time I got serious about this was in 2002, when I went on the "Orli's Ankles" diet. Every time I wanted to snack or eat unhealthy things, I posed myself this question: "What would you rather do, Muskrit--eat that thing or lick Orlando Bloom's ankles?" Since the answer was always Orli, I was able to keep myself on track.
Having given up the pursuit of Mr. Bloom's ankles and contented myself with admiring him from afar, I have had to design a new plan. Now when I eat plain oatmeal, for example, instead of the maple and brown sugar oatmeal, I say to myself, "Mmm! Tastes like size 8!" Yes, it's working so far; and yes, the exclamation marks help. ;p
The exercise program is to come; so far I'm at taking the stairs instead of the escalator or elevator. Crunches will commence this evening, though I'm not yet sure how cheer myself on for those...
Stay tuned for humiliating updates every Monday! Or, you know, scroll on by.