Top 10 Reasons I Want to Lose Weight

1) When my 14-pound cat crawls onto my chest mid-slumber, I won’t wake up thinking I’m having a heart attack.

It's not a heart attack - just a tubby tabby.

2) I will no longer tag or untag photos based on the size of my double chin.

3) I will stop crash-dieting pre-vacation only to be the same weight I was when I come back. (C’mon – you know you’ve done it too! Vacation food can be irresistible!)

Because one Pina Colada just wasn’t enough.

4) I’ll no longer judge my day based on how good the food was. (Ok, I admit it, I probably still will.)

5) “My 20s” will no longer refer to a jeans size – just a decade in time.

6) I will no longer drink strong coffee before I get on the scale in hopes of losing a couple of extra ounces.

7) My only fear of getting on a roller coaster will come from adrenaline… not if the harness will fit over my belly!

8) The only “plus” in my life will be a social network, positive attribute or mathematical action.

9) I’ll stop wearing my pants like Urkel to smoothe out rolls of fat.

10) I’ll stop holding my breath after going up a flight of stairs trying to pretend like I’m in shape. “Why no, I’m not out of breath… Just a heavy breather.”

What’s the number one reason you want to get healthy? It doesn’t have to be losing weight!

Post Vacation Weekly Weigh In

This morning after getting my butt kicked in kickboxing, I headed over to the scale. I wasn’t filled with dread, like I usually am, because lately I’ve been feeling… skinny. Maybe it’s because I heard four separate times from relatives on my vacation that I’d lost weight, or maybe it was because I ate Greek Yogurt for breakfast, and in my mind, Greek Yogurt is some magical weight loss elixir. Either way, I stepped on the scale with a kind of cautious optimism, curious about what a week of eating junk food, but only three times a day and in moderate portions, had done to me.

I'm fairly certain my heart stopped for 30 seconds after eating this, but DAMN, it was good.

Result?
*Drum roll*

Down. Down half of a pound. Italian beef, hot dogs, pizza, cookies, cheese curds, bratwurst, potato chips, popcorn, vanilla cream Dunkin Donut, twinkies. Down. No kickboxing, no yoga, no treadmill, no tracking. Down.

This has happened to me before. Is it the break from the daily stresses of my life – a busy job, graduate classes, homework? Is it the fact that I’m not eating when I think I “should” and was actually eating when I was hungry? Was it because I was so busy bouncing from Chicago to Minnesota back to Chicago and then all around the state that I wasn’t always eating? I don’t know. But in the future, if vacations could always go this way, I’d be pleased.

All the things I ate last week definitely made me feel like a pig – but the scale showed me this morning… that a pig I am not.

Divine Swine!

Have you ever been surprised by a weight LOSS when on vacation?