Hi Me, It's Me Again

Back with more baby weight losing adventures.

I mean, Blake was worth it. Sure. And the fatter he gets, the cuter he is. Me, not so much.

So I'm on a low carb diet. Like South Beach Phase 1 all the time, but with portion restrictions. It's no joke. It kicks my butt.

I cheat almost every day, but I've still lost 7 pounds in 6 days.

I was feeling really good and getting the hang of it on day 4 and 5, but then today I made cookies for a neighbor whose daughter was sick and in the hospital. I ate one four and I feel so gross. Sick to my stomach. It was not worth it!

Next time I want to eat junk, I need to remember this feeling. It is not worth it.

My initial concern with the diet was that I wouldn't be eating enough calories and I would lose my milk. I think it did go down in the beginning, but I think my body is starting to trust me again and milk production seems to be fine again. Thank goodness.

After this week, I should lose about 2 pounds a week. From my starting weight, I need to lose 36 pounds. Because I want to be at my wedding weight. I still have never gotten to the Liz Lemon 127 mark, but I felt fantastic with my size on my wedding day, so let's just go back there. Here's my ideal timeline:

Jan 1: 171
Jan 8: 163
Jan 15: 161
Jan 22: 159
Jan 29 157
Feb 5: 155
Feb 12: 153
Feb 19: 151
Feb 26: 149
March 5: 147
March 12: 145
March 19: 143
March 26: 141
April 2: 139
April 9: 137
April 16: 135

Then maintain forever. ha.

Think of it this way. If you are at your wedding weight next time you get pregnant, then gain 36 pounds during the pregnancy, you would weigh at delivery what you weighed on Day 1.

I really want this. It has to happen.

I will achieve it by making every day count. I think people say that a lot and don't really think about what it means. To me, this means waking up with purpose every single day with objectives and plans. I am not nearly Type A as I need to be right now. My house is very disorganized, I am behind on my scripture reading, and my kids don't have a firm schedule. Even my weekly housekeeping schedule has gone out the window. It's time to get cracking. It's time to be disciplined.

Which brings me to my motto of 2014:

It's ok to care. It's good to care, actually. I'm going to care every day and not make it any secret that I'm trying. I want to try so hard that I'm tired at night from all the trying. I want to try so hard that when I mess up, it's ok because I know I'm trying. I want to close each day of this year knowing that I acted like I gave a damn that day.

Let's go!