Monday, May 02, 2005

It's Going to Be a Bumpy Ride

Everyday when I sign on to My Yahoo, a small bar graph in the lower left hand corner reminds me of a goal I set for myself at the beginning of the year: namely, that I would lose 40 lbs which would put me at a weight I honestly don't ever remember being. So, back in January I joined a gym, started taking prescription appetite suppressants (because I am always hungry) and tried to eat healthier. It went well and I lost like 6 lbs. My first several weeks. Then ... I don't know. I got distracted. And the appetite suppressants made me [more] crazy [than usual], so I cut those out, and besides, who wants to walk to the gym when it is raining out? Predictably, I stopped getting smaller, and in fact, starting getting bigger (hey, the pants don't lie).

On several occasions, I thought about writing about trying to lose weight in this here blog, thinking that some kind of public accountability would get me motivated again. But I held off, because generally I find people who talk excessively about their diet and body to be incredibly boring and annoying. Like when someone wants to tell you about the dream they had last night ... People, no one cares. Probably not even your mother. But then I found this cool blog where one woman writes about losing weight in a way that is not whiny or annoying or all-consuming (in fact she's usually blathering on about boys and knitting). And I figure, hey I write about boys, I write about knitting (I haven't? Well, I've been meaning to), and I can write about this.

So I weighed myself this morning and I was one pound heavier than when I started in January (rather miraculous when you consider how many cupcakes have found their way into my belly since then) and I decided my first step will be to cut back, way back on sugar. Now, I crave sugar like a crack addict. I swear I can root out corn syrup like a truffle-sniffing dog. Any when I try to deny myself of sugar, I get cranky. Like how King Kong got cranky when they started trying to fly an airplane into him. So, I've decided not to give up the white stuff cold turkey, for the sake of keeping the peace in this fair city. Instead, I will limit myself to one sugar a day, and try to get back to the gym while I'm at it. Now when I say "sugar" I mean one sugary sweet goodie like the Iced Mochas, scones, cupcakes, muffins, cookies, ice cream cones and candy that tempt me like a frat boy at a wet T-Shirt contest; not the sugar that occurs naturally in stuff like orange juice. If you can't frost it, or ice it, it does not count. Now, if this affliction seems familiar and you would like to play along at home, jump right in.

And fasten your seatbelts, because it is undoubtedly going to be a bumpy ride.

4 comments:

pixie-sticks shevlin said...

in the spirit of "the graduate"

i have one word for you, cupcake: SPLENDA.

it aint sugar...but who the hell can tell? try it. bake with it. it's like seedless watermelon or individually wrapped slices of cheese....mmmmm..... cheese


seacrest - out!

Cupcake said...

Notorious T.M.Y., I remember when your dad, trying to be helpful, told me, "I have one word for you: plastics!". Unfortunately, I thought he said "Prophylactics" and much confusion ensued.

Do you think if I bring a bag of Splenda to Starbucks they'll use it to make me a chocolate cream cheese muffin? Hey, it's cool. I live in New York. I can walk around with a bag of unmarked white powder. In fact, it will up my street cred...

Queenie said...

Have you ever eaten dunkin hines chocolate frosting and peanut butter, alternately, with one piggy finger?
Well don't try it. It's horrible.

Use a spoon, you can get more.

Cupcake said...

Queenie, wow. I have so much to learn from you.

Never did the chocolate frosting/peanut butter combo, but a favortie after school snack was dunking pretzels into a can of chocolate frosting.

Also good: vanilla frosting spread on graham crackers, topped with sprinkles.