The Biggest Loser: SK Edition

So we did it. Day 1 of an early morning workout routine is the hardest one I think. (although I could be wrong. We'll see how I sore I am tomorrow.) Molly beat me to the gym this morning, as she set her alarm to allow enough time for morning confusion and sluggishness and well...I didn't. But when I realized I was running late, I flew out of bed and threw on some clothes. I was in a mad dash to try and find something to hold my not yet grown out obnoxious bangs (just grow out ALREADY) and could not for the LIFE of me find a clip or anything. Was interesting because most days I feel like I pick up half a dozen bobby pins or so off the floor (last weekend they broke my vacuum.) But today...none. Lovely.

Pull into the gym parking lot already 7ish minutes late. The reason I am late? I promised I'd meet Molly. Crazy how knowing someone is at the gym waiting for you is more motivation than having to suck in my tummy whenever I want to put on my favorite jeans. But who the hell cares where the motivation comes from. It's before sunrise and I'm at the gym. Me: 1 Body fat/desire to eat donuts: 0.

I figured I'd copy Molly and keep track of my progress. I somehow have the feeling that we will be successful this time because there is actually someone holding each other accountable.

(also it's nice to be able to discuss why woman on treadmill is doused in perfume and why woman on bike has on excess amounts of jewelry with someone after workout is over)

SO here we are. Week 1.

Starting weight: Ha...I'm with M on this one. Do I dare give a number? Hmmmmm. (thinks about whole internet knowing weight.) Nope. Not today. It is 20 pounds heavier than I'd like to be.

Goal: Lose some weight. (20 lbs would be nice) But mainly, feel healthier. Get into shape. Not get winded when I climb stairs.

Short term goal: Fit into a cute dress by Darcie's wedding in May. (we both have that goal in common)

Observations: Am out of shape. Why does my butt hurt?

Tomorrow's goal: Get out of bed despite soreness.

The Monday Morning Diet

We have all been there. Some of you are probably there today. We look to the beginning of the week as a time to start over, to forget the calories consumed over the past weekend, to start anew. Maybe you found yourself in the middle of last week, unable to get to the gym and seduced by those chocolate cupcakes your evil coworker snuck into the office. As those frosted concoctions stared you down and you felt the zipper on your pants tighten ever so slightly, you decided that it was that time again. Time to climb (or slovenly crawl) back onto the diet wagon and vow to never eat chocolate cupcakes ever! again!

But it was Wednesday. And you can't possibly start a new healthy makeover in the middle of the week. Not to mention it is a holiday weekend. How can you be expected to get through Easter on a DIET? It would be foolish, really. A waste of your precious time. Monday, MONDAY will be the golden day of change. Monday seems far enough away to have time to psyche yourself into a diet free of sugar and bad carbs and excess sodium. Monday will save us all. Jesus will rise on Sunday and MONDAY, we will get thin.

So here we are. Monday. The Monday after a holiday. Foregoing sugar in our coffee, passing up the morning bagel for an apple and some low-fat oatmeal, and trying to ignore the leftover carrot cake sitting in the kitchen down the hall.

Tomorrow Molly and I will attempt to drag our asses out of bed at an ungodly hour and force ourselves back into a workout routine once again. Hopefully, this time I will be successful at obtaining an healthier lifestyle.

But if not, there's always next Monday.