But I've gotten fat by being lazy, and lo and behold, here I am, running to the computer or my stupid, hated-but-now-sorta-tolerated Blackberry so I can record every morsel that so much as looks at my lips a second too long. And I'm rounding up! For example: Tonight, my pan-seared cod filet had, according to the package, only 90 calories per 4 oz serving, but I totally selected the first pan-seared cod that popped up, even though it was for 119 calories. I figure this gives me a little wiggle room - I mean, this weight-loss shit isn't exact science or anything, you know? And I recorded the teaspoon of safflower oil Jimi used to lube the pan, and the lime wedge I squeezed over my fish. I recorded the carrot slices and the radish slices and the 4T of salad dressing. Yes. 4T. (I probably left half a tablespoon on the plate, but I wasn't going to measure and deduct.) My dressing won for calorie content tonight.
I'm determined I'm not going to fail at this - I'm going to look phenomenal in that dress and I will rock the world with my awesome that will only be outshadowed by the bride's, which of course is how it should be, seeing as how it's her big day and all.
Speaking of the bride, she called me tonight and we're going to go work our asses at the gym tomorrow night. I'm excited to have an exercise buddy in real life, in addition to all of this amazing support you guys keep heaping upon me so generously. (Have I said thank you yet? Thank you! I feel encouraged and inspired and like I've got people rooting for me, which always makes everything easier.)
I'm trying to be really careful when I'm entering my exercises. I don't want to bump up the numbers to make things look better on paper - the only cheating is cheating myself, and that ain't gonna zip that dress. That being said, I walked/jogged/ran 4.04 miles tonight in 1:08:00. I know you just read that as "I walked/jogged ran blahblahblahblah". If you didn't, and you understand what it means, please stop rolling your eyes and thinking "OMG, did she really just post that embarrassing lame-ass time? HAHAHAHA!!!" I'm sorta recording it here for posterity.
That evening stroll with Finn made my day look awesome - I burned 458 calories, meaning I've got another 440 calories left today before I hit 1200. I'm having a beer. Shut up. I know it's counterproductive, but it's only 99 calories and 3 carbs and I've got 128(!!!) carbs left for the day so I feel like I've fucking earned this beer.
I'm sorry if this post sucks big fat hairy gorilla balls. (Do gorillas have hairy balls? Or are their private parts naked like those other monkey-things?) I won't talk about my fat or my food or my calories or my lame-ass walk/jog/run times forever.
I feel great. I feel strong. I feel like I'm going to be buying a new wardrobe at the after-Christmas sales.