"Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen/Prettiest girl I ever seen/See her shake on the movie screen Jimmy Dean" --Def Leppard, "Rock On"
Not to be a spoilsport or anything but it totally ROCKS to look down at the scale today and realize that, despite my not eating the very, very best during the last 24 hours snowed in like, oh, everyone else in the Northeast, I have gotten out of the goddamn 160's! Friggin YEAH, baby! 159...I'll take it! Exercising 10 minutes a day certainly helps (and yes, I count digging out my back deck and front porch as exercise, especially when you add in the ice factor). Drinking mostly water helps, too. Have I done too much more? Nope, not yet.
But trust me, in order to get to the 140's (i.e., ditching the next ten pounds) calls for drastic effort on my part. I've just turned 40 last October, so my body is going to not exactly snap to attention like it used to. That's okay. I'm going to have to snap it harder, that's all....
Enter more exercise!
Yep, I'm going to have to turn up the heat on the caloric burn. No choice, really. I'm tired of looking all bumpy and lumpy, like someone aught to spray some yellow lines on my body a la speed bumps. I'm tired of looking lumpier than the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man or as creepy looking as Zuul (hello, Ghostbusters). I still have more waves than a damn ocean...and reducing my caloric intake will certainly help, but it ain't gonna be like...POOF! Slim and trim. Dude, there's more cakes going on in my frame than Dunkin' Hines. You get the picture.
Oh, don't worry. I'm going to bitch and moan and tell you the real truth as I start to really up the ante. If you want comic relief, I'm guaranteeing you, you'll get it. No one can poke fun at themselves like me. But there's another reason why you might want to continue following my journey back to 140 or maybe less (I don't even care if it's less at that point; at 140 pounds I actually fit into some size 6 stuff, but mostly size 8, and if size 8 was good enough for Marilyn Monroe, well hot DAMN it's good enough for moi).
If I can whittle off 5 pounds at a time by getting rid of soda/coffee/frappes/mochas, and another 5 pounds just by dropping snacks and exercising an embarassing 10 minutes a day, what the heck about yourselves? Are we talking a lot of effort to drop 10 pounds? NOPE. So I'm living proof that you can be lazy as all get out and still make progress. So put me to shame and join in on the quest for Slim You.
Slim Stacey was a former local model at age 16. Slim Stacey knows that there's about 10 to 15 more pounds to go and a whole lotta tightening to get anywhere near where she used to be. But Slim Stacey's inside this Big Ol' Stacey waiting to get out and shine again. Slim Stacey can be sophisticated at 40+. Not like, wearing all granny clothes and orthotics like some people do when they hit the big four-oh. No, Slim Stacey will be Sophisticated Slim Stacey, who doesn't mind that she can still rock a bikini at 40. (I mean, at least I won't cause people to spontaneously upchuck lunch at the pool or anything).
So, Slim Stacey's got her work cut out for her. Won't you join me?
Come on...we can bitch about how much it hurts together!
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