And so it begins...again...

I'll begin by explaining how this whole thing got started:

Monday, December 13th, 2010.

I gently wake myself and push my eyes to focus. The clock by the tv in our bedroom is reading 8:07. I roll my eyes and sink myself back into my pillow. I hate Mondays.

I finally roll myself out of bed, kicking blankets off and rolling little Brennan to one side.

I stagger to the bathroom, only to realize my throat is hurting. To my disdain, I can't will the thermometer to go past 98.5, so I grudgingly get ready for work.

This is where my life has taken me. Or maybe I never cared for making myself pretty when I'm tired. At any rate, I'm stumbling down the street to the church where I work, wearing a wrinkled button-up shirt, some kind of thicker-material skirt that goes past my knees, and my black boots. Most of this is hidden by my long, brown wool pea-coat. My hair is disheveled, and I barely remembered to brush my teeth, let alone worry about washing my face. I did manage to put some chap stick on. Maybe not all is lost.

I work for a few hours before Daniel calls me to let me know he's outside in the truck, ready to run some lunchtime errands. This is his day off. Lucky jerk.

We run our errands, listen to Brennan giggle and chatter in the backseat, then bicker over what to do about lunch. We're currently broke, so any excessive eating out is out of the question. The idea of cooking for himself and Brennan is not appealing to Daniel, so we finally settle on Taco Bell.

I'm super thirsty, so I order a large, diabetes-inducing drink and a Burrito Supreme. Daniel drops me off, and I get back to work for a few minutes before an article on a news site catches my eye. "Thick around the waist?" Yess...? "Learn how to lose those extra inches" Oh boy.

Upon reading the article, I found out a couple things:

1) The average person takes in an average of 450 calories in sweet drinks PER DAY. That adds up to around 3000 calories per week.

2) It takes 3500 calories to make a pound of fat.

I look at the article sitting comfortably inside my computer screen, then I glance over at my now-empty large drink.

Then it gets depressing. I start thinking about my past few meals, snacks, more drinks. It doesn't look good for me.

Breakfast this morning: 1 glass Orange Juice
                                    Plate full of Tator Tots

Dinner last night:           3 slices of pizza
                                   3 Buffalo wings
                                  2-3 Cinnamon Sticks
                                   2-3 glasses of Pepsi

Lunch yesterday:          2 Manwich Sandwiches
                                  2 handfuls of tortilla chips w/ salsa&cream cheese dipping sauce
                                   2 handfuls of ruffled potato chips(to scoop up the manwich)
                                 1 can of diet root beer

Breakfast yesterday:    1 Holy Rollie (dinner roll cut open like a bread bowl and filled with eggs and nacho cheese)
                                 1 Serving Tator Tots
                                 1 8oz glass Orange Juice

Looking at this menu of just the last 36 hours scares me to death. So I decided today, after reading this article, that its past time to make a change.

First, I slapped into my phone calendar that for the next two weeks, I'm going to give up sugared drinks to start.

In two weeks, I'll start taking walks around the church. Since its freezing, I'll literally just do laps from my office, down the stairs, back up the basement hall, down more stairs, through the youth room, up the stairs into the kitchen, through the fellowship hall, up the stairs, through the choir room, down the hall, and into my office. I might do 2-4 laps depending on my disposition that day. After that, who knows? I definitely need to be going back to my Zumba classes.

And now to the grand end of my first blog post on this journey? Statistics! This is the part of my blog where I will be monitoring my weight loss, waist size, and energy levels. Because it does make sense. You are what you eat. I've been eating crap, therefore I feel like crap most of the time. It didn't dawn on my until recently that whenever someone asks me how I'm doing, my automatic response is "I'm ok. Tired, but ok."

Day 1 -
Weight: No Idea, need to buy a scale..probably 150lbs.
Waist: No idea, need to buy measuring tape, but right now, am a size 10-12.
Energy Level: I could use a nap.

Talk to you soon!

-me