Our Guamazing Adventure

Two weeks into 2010 and apparently old habits die hard. My sister and cousin have already facebooked me to inform me that it's 2 weeks into January and I've blogged twice. I bought a Women's Health total lean body complete fitness pack on Monday and I haven't opened the box yet. And I'm still eating like I'll never be fed again.... which if I were still marathon training would be okay. But I'm not. So it's not. Why do people make resolutions anyway? I much prefer Lent, where (for you non-Catholics) you give something up for 40 days. End in sight, short-term, perfect. Last year I gave up cursing (which sort of worked. Shit.) Two years ago I gave up fast-food and diet coke (nearly killed me, but I did it!), and once in college I gave up caffeine (started hallucinating around day 3, but around day 8 I made friends with the raccoons I swore I saw in our hallway). Another year in college I gave up alcohol (which was a bit of a challenge since I worked at a bar), and one year I actually tried giving up food. I bought a really nice blender and thought I could live off smoothies. Then I read a study about a guy who did something similar, and when it came time to eat meat again he almost died. So I gave that up around day 4 and switched to giving up restaurants... which while working on a campaign was very similar to giving up food. However, I did bring a family size griddle to the office and made pancakes on Fridays. What a freak. Who does that???

Let's be honest, I'm not a fat kid. It is true that while walking in Adams Morgan one night a few years ago with my good friend Jocelyn, a wasted wanna-be-rapper gentlemen yelled, "DAMN girl, work it! Big girls need lovin too!" Jocelyn is maybe 5'1 with heels on. I assure you, he was talking to me. [Sidenote: Joc and I are exactly one half of the entity we dubbed the FAB FOUR. Laura and Becky (who was my roommate in FL on the campaign when I gave up restaurants) make up the other half. Joc and Beck are now in Dallas doing amazing things and Laura is in law school at UVA- read: stud - and of course I live halfway across the world. When Becky was moving back from DC to Dallas we actually held interviews to replace her, and came up with the chant: "If you (insert ridiculous behavior here, such as "only eat salads"), you NEED NOT APPLY!" We would yell it at bars late in the evening. It was really fun when someone would use improper bathroom etiquette, and Joc would yell, "IF YOU CUT IN LINE IN THE BATHROOM WHEN EVERYONE ELSE IS WAITING" we would all pipe in with "NEED NOT APPLY! NEED NOT APPLY!" Shocking that no one ever DID apply. So there's that.]

I digress.

Back to my point: I'm not a fat kid. However, three months post marathon, and I am not doing myself any favors. My sister just bought a treadmill, my mother (who, self proclaimed, stores all of her athletic ability in her pinky) is even going to the gym, and my dad has lost about 40 pounds this year. I am the only one who can't get away with wearing sweaters in January since it's 99 degrees here, and I have the least motivation of them all. Help! So here it is blogfans. My weight loss plan. I assure you this will not become a weight blog since I don't quite care for them, BUT, I remember hearing in one of my psych classes in college right before I fell asleep (or left to get a diet coke, one of the two) that if you write something down you're something like 28x more likely to do it. I could be making that up though. So I'm writing it down: 3x a week with the Women's Health total lean body fitness set. 3x a week cardio of sorts (look for fabulous excuses as to what I'm deeming cardio these days), and I'll work on my fraternity boy eating habits. Goal: Drop and keep 20 pounds off by my brother's wedding (barring pregnancy at which point all bets are off), December 18th. Midterm goal: drop 15 pounds by the time Chris deploys again in May. Let the games begin! Who's with me?


The FAB FOUR - Joc, Laura, Becky, and moi - - margarita night on Capitol Hill, 2006