Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Day One

So here it is. Last night I began an 8 week program called Nutrition Bootcamp. This is the first day of the rest of my life - or at least the first day of the next 8 weeks of hell. Not because it is a punitive or difficult program per se, but all because of one little caveat...giving up sugar.

I love sweets. Not cake or pastries, as much as ice cream, cookies and candy. And sweet things like flavored coffees and diet sodas. It's a long road ahead of me. Emily tells us that our taste buds die off every two weeks, so ostensibly, I should only want to choke the life out of her for three weeks before I will sing the praises of a sugar free, artifical sweetener free lifestyle. In fairness, I am willing to give anything a try in the hopes of someday being able to get my wedding ring back on. Since about three months into my second pregnancy, I have been a "single" woman, unable to force my rings over my chubby knuckle without cutting off the circulation to my finger.

As a part of this program, we are required to journal our meals, notice our hunger levels and in particular, emotional eating. We also need to set some long and short term goals for ourselves that must be more specific than: Lose 20 pounds or get back into a size 4 by Labor Day. Apparently, there must be a reason for all of this, an underlying purpose.

I want to be able to wake up in the morning and not sigh when I haul my fat ass out of bed. I want to be able to chase my children up and down the stairs without stopping in the middle to breathe. I want to look at a pedometer without thinking of all the ways to cheat. I want to WANT to exercise instead of finding a million perfectly good excuses to avoid it. I want my family to embrace a healthier way of living - from eating to functional physical activity. I want to be less attached to my television and more interested in my surroundings. I want to be able to wear the closet full of clothes that I already have AND I want to be able to shop for new things because I want them, not because I need to find a pair of pants I can get into without having to hold my breath and pray. I want to wear a two piece bathing suit with confidence. I want to learn how to easily and thoughtlessly cook healthy foods. I want to complete a mini-Ironman competition. I want peace on earth.

Enough with that - I need to go eat. Stay tuned for my fabulous food journal and the trials and tribulations of Nutrition Bootcamp. For the next nine weeks, my body is in the hands of one Emily Gedney, RD. Pray for me.


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