Day 2

All Skinny and Shit.

I watch Biggest Loser. Religiously. I have for years now. And I don't even have a television. That's right, I go out of my way to watch it. I often pay $1.99 per episode. It's like crack to me. But I can't help it.

Stepping on the scale this morning, I felt, for the first time, the pressure my BL comrades must feel every week. Before you start going on about "water weight" and how I shouldn't use the scale as my indicator because it lies, just stop. I KNOW. I was a personal trainer. I get it. But I'm also female. And if you're a female and say you've never been crushed by a number on a scale, you're lying through your teeth. We all do it. I'm no exception. So indulge me.

So back to the nerves. I've put a horribly revealing picture of myself on the internet, and in all honesty, I'd really love to be able to look at it and go, "that was me, but now I look so much better!" But I can't, because that was yesterday. And I look the same. Just with different underwear. So stepping on the scale I just kept thinking, is what I'm doing working? Am I actually going to lose weight? Or am I just making an ass of myself in front of the cyber-world? I think even the scale knew how nervous I was.

Your current weight is...beep...beep...beep...beep...133. BOO YA! I don't care if it's water weight. I don't care if it's because I exhaled before I stepped on the scale. I care that I haven't weighed 133 since high school AND it mean's that since this time last year, I've officially lost 20lbs. TWENTY!!!

After reading my blog, one of my friends wrote to me, "Don't go getting all skinny and shit!"

But you know what? That's EXACTLY what I intend to do!

18% body fat, here I come!!!