So I've decided that I'm going to start my diet come the new year. And I know, I know, people say this every year, but I actually mean it. See, the logic is that I'm going to be stuck going to a party to bring in 2010, and I know I'm going to drink more than I'd like to admit. So my logic is drink like a fish now, and stop tomorrow. This way I can enjoy myself without worry, but then come the stroke of midnight, I'll begin to change myself and my life.
Now, I know it's superficial to say this, but I've got to be honest for not just my benefit, but for the benefit of anyone who decides to take a peek at this little blog of mine. See, I don't want to lose weight to be healthy. I don't want to shed the pounds because I'm worried about my health, or because I'm shy, or because I can't wear the clothing I'd like to (although those are all lesser reasons for me to do this).
No, I want to lose this weight because I want to look good. I mean real good. I mean so good you double take when you pass me on the street because I'm just that hot. And at the current weight I'm at now, well that's just not going to happen. I don't like the way I look at this size, which isn't to say I look bad, it's just to say that I don't look the way I'd like to. And as someone who happens to be goal oriented, strong willed, and ambitious, this shouldn't be such a challenge for me.
But it is.
It's a challenge because unlike everything else I'm faced with in life, the person I;m trying to beat isn't someone who happens to do something better than me, or someone who happens to be as stunning as I hope to someday be, but myself. I'm getting in the way of my dreams, and I'm holding everyone else around me accountable for my actions. And that has to stop now.
So let the games begin. Come the stroke of midnight, all bets are on as to whether I'm going to be able to lose 60 pounds by my 20th birthday. And to do this, I'm going to have to fond a suitable work out plan, a healthy eating system and find a way to enjoy the food I love without letting my waist expand faster than the universe. But more to come on my plan later... or rather I'll tell you my plan the minute I figure it out. I suppose I have until January 1st to figure that last little bit out.
I'm going to do it this time... And this time I mean it.
I have to.
