I've been attacking my weight for the past eight days like I've never done before. My body is going to feel the intensity of the burn until it lets me progress into thinner territory. No more BS two month long plateaus; this is the beginning of my weight loss finale.
Aside from a few sips of strongbow on Saturday, my diet has been OMG stellar. I haven't lost focus, binged, or had a pity party of any sort for a good eight days (amazing given my recent track record).
And you know what? All of my hard work seems to be paying off FINALLY. I am down to my lowest weight ever, if you don't count the misleading weigh-ins I had in Taiwan. I can sort of tell that I look a little thinner on the rare occasion that I do check myself out in the mirror...Everything seems to be going according to plan.
Just to give you an idea of how seriously serious I am about conquering these last stubborn pounds, I'll give you a small glimpse into my activity and food journal for yesterday. I don't usually do this because it's fucking boring to read a laundry list of emotionless details about a stranger's life, but because it is actually pretty relevant to today's discussion, I'm going to make an exception.
-20 minute run/rampage on the treadmilll
-1 hour long bootcamp cardio class with a bunch of moms and one old dude.
Total calories: 1650
Foods: salmon burger and fillet, protein powder with strawberries and soymilk, 9 oz chicken breast, oatmeal with brown sugar and maple, plain yogurt mixed with bananas, a couple bowls of veggies, a kiwi, and a few other things I can't remember off the top of my head.
Yesterday, my aunt gave me the best compliment ever! She said I look anorexic and sickening. I've never been so flattered in my entire life.