My husband had a surprise for me when I picked him up from the airport last Friday.
“How would you like to go to the Bahamas in a month?!”
“Oh!” Oh yeah, baby. I’ve never been to the Bahamas! Clear blue water, sandy beaches, snorkeling!
“Oh…” I have to get into a bathing suit in a month. Uuuoohhh…feeling a little nauseous…
How did I let this happen? How did I go from slim to chubster in eight years? I can’t even look forward to a vacation because I don’t want to be in a swimsuit. Ok, I had three kids in four years. But my youngest is almost two. I have no excuse – except that my mouth has betrayed me. It’s all Mouth’s fault. She’s the one that keeps ordering me to get my butt in the kitchen and cook, and now Butt’s saying, “I told ‘ya so!”.
Now I have one month from tomorrow to lose as much weight as I can (healthily) before game time. I’m motivated, I’m pumped. I started The Fat Flush nutrition plan last Monday when I began FluffBusters with you guys. The Fat Flush is hard. It means no carbs, no salt, no FLAVOR for two weeks. Nothing but lean protein, veggies and fruit. After that I get to eat sprouted grain bread. I know, it sounds gross but trust me, it’s like manna from heaven after two weeks of no carbs.
I also started that fun running program that Apple posted about. I think it may very well help me get back into running. I used to jog for an hour six days a week; it’s how I got down to a size eight before I got pregnant again twice in a row. Now I’m lucky if I can get the old treadmill up to 4.5 for 3 minutes. I feel like a big fatty lumbering along on the treadmill. But if those guys on the Biggest Loser can do it…! Some of those people look absolutely amazing now. I want that to be me again. In like four weeks.
I know I’m not going to be down to my goal weight in four weeks. It’s physically impossible. But I’m going to put a dent in it. As of this morning I’ve lost eight pounds in a week and a half. I’m not going to be able to continue losing like this, it’s going to start averaging out to 2-3 pounds a week. But I’ll take it.
I’m so glad you guys are doing this with me! Even though we’re not lumbering next to each other on the treadmill, I feel like you’re right there sweating along with me. I know we can do this.