Stupid Freakin Girl Scouts

This little bitch is Satan in disguise.

When I began this blog, I forgot about Girl Scout Cookies. I really believed that there was nothing I couldn't live without (cheesecake, ice cream, licorice, pizza) but last week I was proven wrong. I forgot about Girl Scout Cookies. But they did not forget about me.

So last week, things started off pretty good. I wasn't babysitting overnight anymore, so I was able pick my own menu once more. I ate fish 3 times last week. I packed my lunch for work. I even took my mom's dog for a freaking walk (which I don't do very often because she's pretty spastic and not so great at cardio-friendly walking). Then, I woke up on Wednesday with a pinched nerve and shot the whole thing to hell. Tag-a-longs, and Thin Mints, and Samoas, oh my!

Here's what I've realized this week. I cannot continue to life with excuses. All I do is make excuses. I have 101 reasons I can't make it to the gym, but not one of them is good or true. If I do not do something about my weight, I will live the rest of my life restricted by it. I think there is a fine line between telling myself that I am not defined by my body and deluding myself into believing that I'm not really all that big. But the simple truth is, I am extremely overweight. Like, I think I fall into the 'morbidly obese' category. That freaking sucks and I don't want to live this way anymore.

So I'm setting practical, achievable goals for myself. I want to loose 8 pounds in the next 4 weeks. In order to do this I am going to make it to the gym 4 times a week and at least two of those times will be in the morning before work. I MUST go once on the weekend and once on Wednesday (those are my easy days and I always use them for sleep instead of exercise). And I'm taking measurements so another goal is to have lost an inch from my bust, hips and waist within 6 weeks.

Also, I want to be down another pants size by May. Now, this will mean I have to start wearing pants (I'm on a skirt/dress kick), but I think I can handle that. I have LOADS of jeans just waiting to be worn in storage. And if my friend Jenny can go to actual boot camp, then I can go to the fake kind. Once I am able to run for 10 minutes straight on the treadmill, I will sign up (I'm thinking July for this).

So there they are. My goals. I invite you to ask me about them and call me on my bullshit if I act shady, okay. Don't forget, I am a recovering liar and honesty is still hard for me.