All right, so I'm doing the new year's resolution thing. You know, eat right and exercise. Fun. Joy. Crapola. Me and some people I know are doing this Biggest Loser contest, and the winner gets a bunch of money. Money motivates me. A lot. So far, I feel like I've half-starved myself and almost killed myself working out at the gym (you try doing an hour on a stairclimber thingy and then a 45 minute boxing class and see if you don't feel half-dead too!) Yup, boxing class. I went to my second one tonight. It is intense. I couldn't move hardly for two days afterward (and then Thursday, it was back to the gym for an hour and a half on the stair-climber thingy. I think they call it an AMT or ATM or something. And then 10 minutes of weight lifting. And then Friday I did an hour on the AMT, 15 minutes on the treadmill, and 15 minutes weight lifting.)
Then I'm doing the low carb thing. I haven't really been able to keep it under 20 grams of carbs like you're supposed to on the first two weeks of South Beach, but I have (mostly) kept it under 80 grams. I'm getting really tired of eating dead animal. I bought a ton of veggies and even a couple pieces of fruit as a treat today. So this week will be (mostly) veggie week.
Okay, okay, so, after all of this, I must've lost a ton of weight, right? Right? Hah! I lost a measly 2 pounds. Two. Pounds. @_@ The week before I spent sleeping and eating nothing but junk food--snack cakes, chips, candy, chocolate, McDonald's, etc--because I knew it'd be awhile before I'd have them again. And guess what? I lost six pounds THAT week! I laze around and stuff myself full of junk food and lose six pounds, then the next week I bust my butt at the gym and half starve myself and only lose two pounds.
Sigh.
I'll give it another week. If it doesn't work, I think I'll go on the junk food diet.
