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How I Can Be Taylor Swift and Augustus Gloop All In One Blog Post

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Okay, so I've processed it for a day in my head and I spent a good portion of the afternoon after work processing it the way I seem to process best--by cutting out pictures and putting words all over a page in no particular order...

Now I think I'm ready to start talking about the changes with real, coherent sentences...

In December a very good friend convinced me to buy a Groupon (those are everywhere, right? Everyone knows what a Groupon is? You know--a ďGroupĒ ďCouponĒ...hence the mashup of the words...) for 4 weeks of boot camp. While I was on the site, my very good husband convinced me to what-the-heck, just buy 2 of them for EIGHT weeks of boot camp. 8 weeks of 5:30 am boot camp, which meant that he was committing to 8 weeks of waking up with the kids, getting them ready for school, making lunches, feeding them breakfast, and getting them to school on time. Not an easy commitment for my husband who works late into the night almost every night...

So I did it. I bought the Groupon because who wouldnít pass up the chance to not have to pack lunches for 8 weeks??

I also knew I needed a huge kick in the ass to get moving. I was at my heaviest weight ever, with the exception of when I was pregnant with my children (and I wasnít far behind that). I felt tired all the time, irritated all the time. I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself for how I looked and just generally being all those horrible things you hear that women are right before their awesome breakthroughs.

On January 7, I started boot camp. I went (mostly) faithfully every single weekday, with the exception of a few days...all of which happen to focus on core...which canít be a coincidence...

One week in, I started counting calories. Then two weeks later, bummed about only losing 2 pounds, I gave up wheat. Six weeks in, I finally had a chance to meet with the trainer for boot camp one on one.

That was yesterday, February 13. He and I talked about my goals and took my measurements. He asked how many pounds Iíd lost since I started boot camp. ďWhen I started on January 7th, I weighed 161.1 lbs. Today I weigh 157.2.Ē

ďHuh. Are you still eating white flour?Ē

ďNo. No flour.Ē

ďAre you still eating sugar?Ē

ďWell...Ē Okay, so hereís the thing, and I know Iím not alone here. I love sugar. I love, love, love sugar. Itís particularly appropriate that I talk about how much I love sugar today--you know, the Sugarholic Holiday--Valentineís Day. I LOVE Valentineís Day, and it has very little to do with my wonderful husband and family. Nope. Itís because the whole day smells like Willy Wonkaís Chocolate Factory (at least, how it smells in my mind). Remember Augustus from that movie? The kid who loved the chocolate river so much he fell in, then got sucked up a tube? Iím like that guy, only I donít have access to a chocolate fountain (I did, however, at one time have foundation that made my skin the color of an Oompa Loompaís).

So yes, I told him I was still eating sugar. I didnít wax on poetically about it or anything.

ďYou wonít reach the goals youíve set for yourself until you stop eating sugar.Ē

Ehh...hmm. Are goals really that important? More important than sugar in my coffee? I mean, really?

On my way home from our meeting (and there was more to the meeting, which Iím sure Iíll get to eventually), I called my friend who first convinced me to sign up for the boot camp in the first place. I told her about the sugar deal.

ďWhat? Thatís ridiculous. You can lose weight and still eat sugar. Iím losing weight and still eating sugar!Ē

So there it was! My out! The guy is a nutjob, right? Pass me the sugar bowl and call me Augustus!

I got home and said all of this (minus Augustus because I didnít really think of that comparison until tonight) to my husband. He pointed out what I didnít want to be true: Thereís no reason NOT to stop eating sugar. Itís not doing me any good. And couldnít this just be my bodyís way of rationalizing the desire for chocolate and Pumpkin Spice Lattes?

Damnit.

But alright. Iíve jumped in with both feet, no turning back until I get to the finish line now. Want to hear all the changes (Iím amazed that anyone would have read to this point, actually, unless youíre my mom)?

Starting Today, February 14, 2013:
1. No more wheat. We are never ever getting back together. I should write a song...
2. No more sugar. Iím not convinced this one will never come back again (like, ever), but I donít know. I may just be hoping itís not bad for me...
3. A daily journal. Two, actually. One with the requirements from my trainer, the other from my wonderful husband for me to start today--the story of my journey. And for fun, Iíll also probably write a lot of it right here in my SP blog.

Ahh...so much more to come...but right now Iím distracted by my beautiful new journal...Goodnight, SparkPeople!
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MEJ168 2/16/2013 9:33AM

    What a treat and an inspiration to read this! I look forward to following your journey!

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GR8ERJOY 2/15/2013 9:05PM

    I too am a Gloop! (coincidentally I've had both Oompah Loompa skin tone and hair color- thankfully at different times, although still not good).

I've recently read a lot about the evils of that white devil know as sugar, and I tried to give it up. I hate admitting that I've let it slip back in to my life. I probably need to recommit, but like you I want to believe its not that bad for me.

I'll be following your journey for inspiration (no pressure) and secretly hoping you reveal the magic worm hole that allows us weight loss, health, and sugar simultaneously - I'm a bit of a dreamer, I know. emoticon

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ADAGIO_CON_BRIO 2/15/2013 7:32PM

    Good for you! This was a great blog to read. What healthy choices you are making!

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