1 day down--20 to go

How did I wake up feeling this morning? Awful. Horrific headache, aching body--like I've been in a fight. As weird as it sounds, I'm okay with that. The headache is from a lack of caffeine (not a part of the diet plan, but something I decided to do because I can't won't drink coffee without a truckload of my sugar free hazelnut creamer (and that is a no-no)) and a lack of sugar. I am a total and complete sugar addict. There. I said it. I'm having withdrawals. I get it.

The aching body is from that super special workout experience yesterday. Let me tell you--thirty minutes of one minutes of a move followed by a 20 second break is WAY MORE INTENSE than it sounds. I started off thinking, "this isn't so bad!" and by the time the cute little countdown clock had reached 30 seconds down, 30 to go, I was begging for mercy. Good heavens--I knew I was out of shape, but seriously? Embarrassing. So thankful little Lucy was in the other room because I think I uttered a cross word. Or maybe two. And yes, I went sprinting for water during the fourth 20 second break. Yes, I thought it was ridiculous to think I would need water during a 30 minute DVD.

Shakeology. Shakeology. Shakeology. First sip--oh my yum! This is delicious! But then, the after taste. Little bitter. Midway through, I started my shakeology countdown mentally. "You're halfway there! Hang in there--a few more sips and you'll be 3/4 of the way there! Keep going! Keep going!" However, the effects of the Shakeology shake are well worth the taste, which I figure I'll get used to, right? Because seriously--after my shake--I was full. SO FULL. And not hungry at all. Like the rest of the day, not hungry at all. As a result, I totally wrecked the diet, because I didn't eat nearly enough. I couldn't. I wasn't hungry. I've already started to make adjustments for that today by starting my morning with a three egg white omelet with tomatoes, onions, spinach, and swiss cheese.

So this morning, I am thankful. I am thankful that one day is behind me. I am thankful for the 20 that lay ahead. I am thankful that I'm already feeling SOMETHING in my body. But most of all, I am thankful for our "comfort height" toilets.

21 Day Fix--Here We Go!

It's time. When you step on the scale and weigh what you did in your second trimester of pregnancy, it's time. Time to stop talking. Time to stop whining. Time to do SOMETHING.

My sweet husband said to me several months ago: "I love you whatever size you are. Seriously. It just doesn't matter to me. So if you're happy here, stay here and stop complaining. Own it and be happy. But if you're not happy here, then do something about it other than complain because THAT gets old."

I tried the Plexus program back in May. Did it faithfully for two months--all of their products. Woke up with a pink drink, took 2 factors and one accelerator (then one new launch product--now called Boost) with breakfast, two Biocleanse mid-morning, two Bio-cleanse mid-afternoon, and ProBio at night. Gained 7 pounds, mostly around my middle. I was a Plexus fail, through no fault whatsoever of my awesome sales associate who is continuing to urge me to try it again and keep at it for months. I never felt any different on Plexus. Never felt that surge of energy. My nails did grow faster and my hair did do better, so I plan to keep on the XFactor vitamins. Love those!

Last Thursday, when I stepped on the scale and saw the shockingly horrifying number, I contacted Shari Hill. I've watched her become more and more fabulous every day since January and want in on somma that. I loved that she told me, "These Beachbody programs are no magic pill or drink or anything that's just gonna make the weight fall off and sculpt the muscles . . . it's great nutrition and great exercise that you can incorporate into your busy life for the rest of your life . . . and the results are amazing!"

So I ordered the 21 Day Fix. It arrived two days ago. When I saw the size of the food containers, I started laughing. Hard. Did they send me the American Girl doll containers instead of the adult containers? That's my first clue that maybe, just maybe, I've been way overeating. Today is the day I start. Today is the day I start because in 22 days, it's Lufkin Bistro, and I want to have a glass of wine or two and enjoy myself. And I want to walk out the door feeling GOOD about myself and how I look and not terrified that someone is going to see the bottom of my girdle and that someone is going to see me from the wrong angle and notice how I've let myself go completely. I am ready to walk out of the door feeling GOOD inside, not anxious about how fat I am or miserable because the wires from the damn girdle are digging, digging slowly and steadily into my insides. I want to be happy because the first dress I put on fit, and fit well.

Getting ready to start my first workout. I can do ANYTHING for 21 days. I know I can. This will be my accountability page, in addition to my cute coach Shari. 21 days to fabulous! 21 days to feeling better! 21 days to alcohol and cookies! Ha!!!