Day One!

Despite recent trends, my enthusiasm for weight loss did not diminish overnight. I woke up this morning full of the same resolve that I fell asleep with last night. The scale said 225.5. Fuck. Then, as I tend to do, I obsessively weighted myself again about an hour later. This time I was fully dressed (no shoes) and the scale said 224.5. Tonight, before my shower, totally naked and having had dinner recently, the scale was at 223.' Looks like the water weight part is really dropping.
Before going to sleep last night I made one weeks' worth of menus following my Richard Simmons Food Mover Blast off plan. I stuck with it today. I did have half a glass of wine with dinner at my husband's insistence. He announced I was too high strung and that I needed it. It almost put me to sleep right there in my chair. I've got a teething baby, and was up literally every hour from 11pm until 5 am. Combine that with sugar withdrawal and calorie restrictions and I was a real peach to be around.
I think that's part of the problem getting started. It takes 30 days to make a habit right? Well those 30 days are agony. We drove around running errands today passing all sorts of fun drive through places. An A&W root beer place. A Panera (have you had their cookies?). It all looked so delicious. Thinking back to my salad with 2oz of turkey -- it just doesn't compare. Of course, I don't have remorse of any kind about the salad. The salad provided calories without making me sick. It was fuel. I just have to change my thinking.
Tomorrow I do my weekly grocery store trip. My list is ready.
Monday my triathlon training begins in earnest. You know, it's just 12 weeks away! Am I going to be able to run a 5k in 12 weeks???

So, here's what I'm working on

Okay, so here's what I'm working on, and where I'm going:

Goal: BMI under 25.
My current BMI is 37.
Goal: Complete a sprint triathlon in March.
A friend of ours has me amped to do this. I've always wanted to do a triathlon. Why not now?
Goal: Eliminate most TV from my life.
TV sucks my time and energy. It's useless for the most part.
Goal: Stop picking at my arms.
I have this OCD thing where I'm constantly picking at tiny little blemishes on my arms. I've done it for years. I get a sick satisfaction from it. Why? Why does it feel so good? It leaves my arms looking so nasty. I want healthy, scar-free arms. Even worse, I've started picking on my forearms, so it's visible.

These are lofty goals. I feel like if I do my food mover and train for the triathlon and stop with the evening TV, the weight loss part will follow. Slowly, but it will follow. The picking, now that's an anxiety thing. I've got all sorts of anxiety. It runs in the family. I don't want to do anti-anxiety or anti-depressants because I really dislike taking medication of any kind. I used to self-medicate using Benadryl. All it did was make me grumpy and feel rotten, so I'm not doing that anymore.

I have everything in the world.
I want for nothing.
I have a wonderful, loving husband.
I have a beautiful son.
We live in a lovely house.
We can afford our needs and a few extras.
With all of this going for me and a little self-discipline, I can reach my goals!