Getting There

1.26.2006

Weight: 298 (and that's down from 306)
Mood: Determined

Okay, it's time to fire this up again. I'm not going to waffle on that much about lo-carb -- if I can do it, fine. If I can't, at least I can eat healthily.

Most importantly, however, is that I exercise. And by exercise I mean lift weights. Cardio is lovely and gets the heart rate up, but I'm 3/4 Eastern European -- women in that area of the world were bred to pull the plow after a bad winter when they had to eat the ox. I'm genetically destined to be muscled, heavily muscled, and that's the only way I am ever going to get down to the weight where I want to be.

Besides, fuck it, I LIKE lifting weights (as opposed to aerobics, where I feel like an idiot chasing around after Tiffani the beach bunny instructor). I like how I feel when everything's pumped full of blood. It is physically impossible for me to feel depressed after I've lifted weights. So yeah, it's all good.

As for my ideal weight, what is that weight, exactly? I haven't the faintest idea -- I think 160 would be about right for my height and bone structure, but a lot is going to depend on how muscled I am and how I feel. I know what I'd be doing at my ideal weight, though:

I could shop anywhere, and not have to head for Lane Bryant or the "Women's World" at Ross Dress for Less.

I could climb stairs and not be winded.

I could bike anywhere with Lyndon.

I could fence without feeling like I was about to keel over.

I could look in the mirror without wincing.

I could wear a little black dress and feel sexy as hell.

I could kick the shit out of a mugger (although that'll probably require self-defense courses, as well).

I really, really want to know what all that feels like. And so, I lift big heavy weights. (And take ibuprofen, because I AM on the verge of 40, after all.)

posted by Melanie at 2:33 AM |

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