The Diet Coke and Fruit Diet.

Weight Watchers has declared all fruit point free. For those of you who aren't in the WW cult, I will tell you zero point food are like wizardry. You mean... I can eat as much of this as I want? All the time even? Without stopping? And you CAN. It's like magic. And for a moment you convince yourself that you will live on zero point food for the rest of your life and get model skinny.

Yeah, and you will starve. Which is indeed model skinny, but it's not exactly healthy.


I ended up buying more fruit than I ever have in my life when I went grocery shopping. How long will I survive on fresh fruit and diet Coke (also zero points)?

No one really knows that answer, but I was going to die happy. And skinny... I thought.

But about an hour in to my fruit only day, I realize a terrible fact about myself, I am chubby because I effin love food. And apparently, my body does too. Life is such a saboteur sometimes. Also, did you know that there is a lot of citric acid in fruit and diet coke? Enough to give one sores in the mouth. Another hint that would have been handy when I was designing this fruit/coke diet.

I suppose I will eat regular food, and give up all of my dreams of a modeling career.

What is Wrong With me?

So, my last post was in April. Wow. I am way too lazy for life.

My original goal when I started this was to hit my goal weight by February 2011. It is now December and I can safely say...That shit ain't happening.

I have no real reason, other than to say, I hit a wall. A big, heavy brick wall. August came and I hit the halfway point, and I was looking good and feeling good. And then I just, stopped. Surrendered. I told myself I was taking a well deserved break, and then I was going to come back and hit it harder than ever. Yeah, that clearly never happened. I wish I could tell you why, but I really don't know that answer. I just gave up. So here I am, December is tomorrow and I have gained back ten pounds of the forty that I lost. It was quite the wake up call. I called my best friend and begged her to start working out with me. We are doing Chalean Extreme every day now, (With a brief hiatus for Thanksgiving), we are on week three, and I haven't lost any inches yet. Why, you may ask? Well I will tell you.

I have been eating like a cow.

I still have my weight watchers membership, and they just overhauled the points system. Someone must have noticed that Meg Strong was being a lazy ass and decided I needed a kick to to pants. Or they did it based on the millions of OTHER people on the plan, but whatever. It's my blog, that makes it my world.

So I am starting from scratch. Day One is today. My new goal is Next August.

It's going to be a looooooooong winter.

-Meg

Power Through It

Today is cancelled because Meg the Blogger cannot lift her arms to a keyboard due to excessive hating her life because she promised to do two-a-days.

Though, she would like to inform you that her promise has been kept and that she intends to survive three more workouts before committing suicide by eating an entire chocolate cake.

Not really. But Meg is so tired and sore that she is writing about herself in third person. Imagine that.


-Meg

PS. This is the song currently getting Meg through thirty minutes on the elliptical.

Day Two

So, I am on day two of my two-a-day challenge and I already feel like jelly held up on strings. That's good right? My body is supposed to reject all this activity at first? I'm starting to feel like coming to work is my rest time, and then after work is when the real work starts. At work I sit and type all day with my feet propped up, do a few math problems, surf the web, answer the phone, and generally slack off. Then as soon as I clock out I start trying to wake myself up for the next workout.

Jesus, its only day two, and I am already obsessing.

-Meg

Damn you Shakira.

I know, I know, its been forever since I posted. Well the purpose of this blog is to monitor success and to keep accountable. Up until about two weeks ago I wasn't having any problems with all that, I was gung ho and enthused about life.

I have officially hit the three month wall. I have still been eating healthy, but I have really gotten lax about working out. I mean REALLY lax. To the point where I am counting putting on my sports bra as my workout for the day. And while that is a challenge, its really not a big calorie burner. So, in an act of desperate self torture, I spent about two hours watching the music videos of Shakira. If she cannot motivate me to get in to shape again, no one can. I hate her, yet I am so completely obsessed with her, its frightening. I set a goal, all next week, I am going to work out twice a day. Once in the morning (cardio and flexibility) and once at night (weight training and more cardio). It has got to be better than the Meg invented sports bra workout...

- Meg

PS. Just so you know what is torturing me at the moment:

Body Conflictions Never End

Today, I feel average. On new years, I said I wanted to get in shape for my wedding in June. My first goal was to drop 10 pounds. That was to go from 165 to 155. I've lost more than the 10 pounds than I originally set out to lose. I eat half portions and I weigh less than I did when I was working out last year. As soon as I’m done unpacking from my recent move, I’m going to hit up our apartment gym. I might go check it out tonight and just see what they have. I have to "unpack" that 7 piece table and assemble it tonight though...rough. I need to tone my body. While I do look significantly smaller than I did 10 pounds ago, I'm just a smaller version of that out of shape ass-hole. The stomach still sticks out farther than the chest and I don’t have that "triangle" body shape dudes are supposed to have. Maybe I'd be less self conscious if I'd quit drawing muscular super heroes.



-Alex

Are you talkin' to me?

When you diet, there is this little voice in the back of your head saying, "just one corn dog, no one is going to know. You will still look pious. CORN DOG, YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT," (The voice starts yelling and taunting at the end because it's an asshole). So how do you ignore the voice? Well, if you are me, you ignore it by spending time online, looking for a healthy recipe for corn dogs in hopes that you can savor the flavor you soooo cannot get out of your head. But, Meg, you ask (we are having a rhetorical conversation now) there really isn't a healthy recipe for chili cheese tater-tots. And you would be correct in that. So here is my advice: Leave the debit card at home, empty your wallet of cash, and just starve that little voice. If you cannot resist temptation, wait it out. Sit at your desk, grow a set, and eat the healthy lunch you brought with you to work.

At some point this stopped being a rhetorical conversation with you and became a get over it talk to myself...

-Meg