I am down 4 pounds. Yeah, overall. But I started this blog back up just before Thanksgiving - in the time between turkey day and New Year's, I typically put on about 10 lbs, so I'm thinking this isn't terrible news. But now I have to really turn on the juice. If I had to guess, it will probably be "prune."
So...I'm canceling my gym membership.
All right, that might sound like backsliding (which is a very good exercise for your lumbar area, b-t-dubs). But I'm canceling because we're buying a couple pieces of gym equipment - a treadmill and one of those Bowflex contraptions - and turning the ol' poker room into a combo-sometimes-poker-room-but-sometimes-workout-area. I will have zero excuse not to get my workout in. Well, okay, that's a lie. There is always an excuse. You just have to use your imagination. But I'm sure I will be much more consistent if I just have to walk 50 feet to the garage instead of drive a couple miles to the gym. Plus, I won't have to deal with people.
So what else am I doing? Erin and I are trying the apple cider vinegar thing. We'll see how that goes. It's not awful if you hold your nose when you drink it. And then continue to hold your nose for twenty minutes afterward.
I'm trying to cut out as much bread or dairy as possible. I'm not an insane person who thinks he can eliminate either one from my diet entirely, but I'm going to try to be good about it. Not always feeling like I have to finish a meal is another thing. And just making healthier choices in general. Like bypassing the Crunch Berries cereal and just having the plain Cap'n Crunch instead. Sacrifice is hard.
In other news, I got my book back from my editor and am applying her notes this week. I'm headed to San Diego for a writer's conference next weekend, so I want to have a quasi-finished product ready in case any of the agents there pin me up against a wall and demand that I give them a copy.
And there's something pretty big on the horizon (not my butt), but I can't talk about it just yet. Be patient. Oh, don't act like you really care that much. I promise you - I'm the only one who finds it exciting.
|Yes, I've started painting my nails. It's all part of the process.|
(Man, that's pathetic)