October 4, 2010: Day 1

Day one. 21 days. No cheats. Work out hard. Eat clean.

I almost threw up last night when my trainer emailed me my BMI and weight. The cold harsh reality of the truth. Ouch. Bleh. It hurts. To think that my slender, sleek body that once existed in this world with 129lbs of toned muscle had slipped into a state of 165 lbs of rippling fat. Life as I know it, is over. I have struggled for a while to slim down and be healthy. This summer was the icing on the cake (great choice of words) for me when I finally came to terms with the fact that I am officially a chunky monkey. It is time for my life to change. My goal is to lose 25lbs and get healthy and once again grace the beach in a bikini with my head held high. Actually, just to put on a bathing suit and not feel like the evidence of my poor lifestyle was obvious to everyone would be good enough for me.

I have hired a personal trainer and today is day 1 of the rest of my life. When I got out of bed this morning I said to my dear husband, "Well, today is the first day of the rest of my life". With that said, I began drinking. No not that but 4 litres of water each and every day. 4 Litres! That's right folks. Just imagine what that does to your bladder and your bowels. To say the least, I spent the majority of today eating, drinking, going to meetings and peeing. I spent more time in the bathroom today then I did at my desk. And here I sit, blogging and sharing with you while I sip a diet pepsi (Yes, I am allowed diet pepsi). However, I still have to consume 500mls of water before the night is done. Dear God help me...I will be peeing all night.

The gym. Chest and biceps are the body parts of choice today. I walked into the gym confidently. Ready to take on the fat that has invaded my body. The first exercise was bench press. So, I lay on the bench and begin 20 reps with just the bar. Yes, that's right, all I can handle is the bar. And much to my surprise, the bar seemed heavier today than it ever has. By the 14th rep, I thought I was going to die. And I knew at that point that I needed the help of a spotter. And I am so not going to ask for help with the bar!! How embarrassing. And I am especially am not going to ask for help from the 60 year old woman who can lift more than me. (How did I get so out of shape). I don't know what is worse, asking for a spot for the bar or dropping the bar on my chest because I can't lift it up. Hmmmm. Just for the record, I did complete my assigned exercises. And I left the gym embarrassed because I dropped the bar on my chest! LOL.

Now, I know that some of you may say that 165 lbs may not be that bad. But my genetics are not on my side for weight and since my last pregnancy which didn't end so well, I have not been able to lose the extra weight. It is something that affects how I feel on a day to day basis. I know I can do better and this is the story of my journey. The first 21 days of my eating plan do not allow me to indulge in any way. This should be simple. Is Thanksgiving this weekend?

See you tomorrow!

Andrea :)