Desperate Times

I can't seem to get back in to weight loss mode.  There have been several jump starts, but the engine of desire to be healthy is stifled by Klondike bars.  Regularly.  I make all sorts of excuses - like how we have to grill the hamburgers in the freezer because we have no power, and how I must order the burger and fry special because it is only $7 and it comes with a beer (!).


It is not for total lack of trying.  I had to attend a meeting with free pizza, and knowing I would be unable to eat fewer than three slices, I stopped on the way and paid for a healthy and delicious chicken salad.  I even ate my salad as my colleagues praised my willpower.  But, the meeting went on, and the smell of greasy, yummy, gooey pizza permeated the room.  The salad was long gone, and folks got up for a second slice.  At the end of the meeting, there was so much left!!   That's when I cracked, and literally inhaled a slice of pizza.  Seriously, I nearly choked on an olive.


Desperate times call for desperate measures. The gym has been advertising an 8-week program called the "Extreme Brickover" for the low price of $39.99.  I am not totally sure what I signed up for, but sign up I did.  It looks like they will offer nutrition tips and help from personal trainers, and it features a weekly weigh in.  There are prizes for percentage of body weight lost and other mini-goals.  I will know more after my first official weigh in ofnSaturday.


Mostly, signing up has created an uncontrollable urge to stuff my face and drink mocha lattes with whipped cream - while there's still time!!  But last weekend, I began work on an eight-week eating plan, complete with my own pre-made meals.  Lots of work, yes, but hopefully my meals will be ready fast enough to prevent me from eating chips-with-salsa-and-a-peanut-butter-bread-chaser daily as my meal cooks.