164 Pounds (74.38 kilograms)

After one week of no sugar, pasta, bread, potatoes, rice, caffeine or alcohol I have lost 1.34 pounds (.6 kilograms).

One day at a time. . .

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I hope that everyone had a lovely evening! I must admit that my hiding out in our flat was exactly what I needed. The only time I felt a twinge about not being out in the world was when I watched the fireworks at the London Eye on TV- Damn impressive.

I normally don’t go for New Years Resolutions. . . but this year I’ve decided to use the New Year to jump start loosing weight. (Isn’t that wildly unique of me??)

All my adult life I’ve struggled with my weight. It started when I was 14 and there was suddenly candy and soda in easy access at school. I was shy to start with and was walking around hating myself in that angsty adolescent way half the time anyway. . . the extra 20 pounds didn’t help things.

What drives me bonkers is when I look at pictures from then, I’m not that fat. I want to shake that girl and smack some confidence into her.

I went on Weight Watchers when I was 16 and got down into a size nine for ten whole seconds. . .

Between 1984 to 1992 I gained and lost the same 30 pounds over and over usually without thinking about it. . . I went through periods where I exercised more than others and periods where I ate more than others. I really didn’t try very hard.

In 1993 I started to date Joe, who is Italian and has weight issues himself. We ate. A lot. I ballooned up to 180—probably more if I am being honest with myself. When I moved to Seattle I walked to work and home every day but didn’t really modify what I was eating and I lost 40 pounds.

Moved to LA, got back together with Joe. . . Cut To: I got really big. The most I ever saw the scale say was 198 but I know I must have pushed over 200. When Joe and I finally had the last round, I quickly dropped 20 pounds just from the long-term relationship break-up diet plan, but I was stuck at 175ish.

I had a couple of friends that had low-carbed and I had played with it a few years before, but I never really committed to doing it.

I started to diet. I started yoga. I felt fantastic and I looked even better (I have pictures somewhere to prove it) I got down to 135. . . Fifteen pounds from my goal. . .Then I stopped being as strict with myself. . . I stopped doing yoga. . . I creeped up to 145. . . I came to London for a few months then I had the stress of the move and the wedding and then I was here. . .

Let’s just say the last year and half, I have let myself eat and drink whatever I want and other than some walking during the summer, I have been a giant sloth.

So. I am doing this again. And I’m serious about it this time, not like I was last spring. . .

The reason why I want to lose weight again? I feel better. Sure it is also nice to be able to wear certain clothes, but it is more about how I feel inside.

So. This is my main New Years Resolution. Make my ass smaller.

My plan to accomplish it is by low-carbing, (I actually eat more veggies when I low carb, so please no comments about how I am going to kill my kidneys.) no caffeine and no drinking for at least two months- maybe longer and I’m going to walk for an hour a day. I need to find a good yoga class also.

I’m going to weigh in once a week and post it here (I may need to buy a scale from America so I won’t have to keep converting the kilograms.

My goal is 120 pounds/54.43 k/ 8 stone

I am currently 165.34 pounds/75 k/11.81 stone

I am rather grumpy that I need to do this again, but that’s what you get when you aren’t taking responsibility for your body.

I’d like to be at or near my goal weight by the end of September- although I’m not tied to the number. I care much more about how I feel. . . I am also tracking my measurements, but there is no way in hell I am posting that here. It is one thing to say I have a fat ass, it is another thing to give all’all the blue prints of exactly how ginormous it is.

Anyhoo. I guess that this is all a very long way of saying that I want to be living a bit more intentionally- not floating along. The weight is just one area of my life where I want to start living more deliberately and just being present.

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Something I’ve wanted to learn to do for years and years is swing dance- lindy hop, jitterbug etc. . . and it is beyond ridiculous that I haven’t done anything about it since I lived near The Derby in LA (The scene in Swingers where Favreau meets Heather Graham was filmed there).

Folks in Los Angeles know my love of 1940’s and 1950’s vintage clothing and tunes. . . (I haven’t been able to break out my pretty frocks here since I’ve had a rather serious case of Heathrow Injection. . . I’ll be whinging about that tomorrow. . .)

I have discovered that there is a swing dance class and dance night at The Bedford, a pub down the way from me. I’m going to start taking classes so I can stop wishing I could lindy hop and actually be able to do it a little.

I also wanna go to The Savoy Ball in March. I need to find some alligators to drag a hoof avec moi cause I know it won’t be Stuart’s bag, but I fully intend on being there jump, jiven’ and wailn’, ginned up with the hep cats and kittens. . . Dig daddyo?

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