Ok, so I would like to first acknowledge that it has been a bit…minute…a LONG TIME since I’ve put an update on the site. So many things to tell you all, so let’s get started getting back together and acquainted and get you up to speed on the weight loss goals.
So, I’m holding strong at 15 lbs to go before I hit my goal weight. I’m not on the SHRED Diet plan, per se, but I still pretty much eat the way I ate weeks 2 and 3 with the occasional allowance thrown in (I recently rediscovered chocolate during a rather stressful end to the month March.) So, while I haven’t gained weight, I haven’t lost any either and I think it’s time for all of this to end. In other words, it was time to get a reward in mind that was so incredible, so sexy and fabulous that I would KNOW that I had really accomplished something.
And so when a recent gift card to Nordstrom landed in my lap – thank you (FTC disclosure), Jimmy Choo Parfums,and more about their amazing new scent, Flash, in a short bit – I knew exactly what to get. Behold, the Magical “Leather” Shorts from Topshop.
When I ordered them, I could hear my inner teenager screaming with joy and my future AARP member shrieking in horror. Who AM I that I’m about to try and get my ass into a pair of leather shorts? I mean, seriously? Because, in my head, I’m 78 lbs heavier and buying everything I can with an elastic waistband, trying to avoid the fact that I’m constantly winded. I took them out of the box a few minutes ago and posted a shot on Instagram with a mixture of excitement….and total terror.
Let’s not even start with the will-they-really-fit fear. At the end of this, it’s going to be 93 lbs lost. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide and there’s no hiding in sexy black “leather” (they’re faux leather, kids – I’m trying to be kind here) shorts. You can’t duck and cover in a room in a pair of slippery-when-wet shorts with zippers on the side. Suit up, Buttercup: it’s Go Time.
As I’m writing this, I’m reminded of why I started this journey in the first place, the afternoon when I rolled into my doctor’s office in 2008 because my chest was hurting and I thought I was having a heart attack. The afternoon in April, that sunny day when I was given the medical equivalent of a not-so-comic face slap: with my family history of heart disease, diabetes and cancer, I would most likely experience my stroke – IF I WAS LUCKY – in the next five years. When I started laughing (which is something I do when I get really nervous sometimes,) my docto said that IF I WAS LUCKY I would survive with just minor impairments, like affected speech, maybe a little vision loss. Did insulin shots amuse me? Did a massive coronary arrest make me laugh? Because those were the realities for me if I kept going the way I was going.
And, you know, I stopped laughing.
I wish I could say I made the choice right then and there that I was not going to go out like that. It took another three years to pull it together, to take it really seriously, to get rid of all the excuses. But at the end of the day, it’s really not about vanity for me, ladies and gentlemen….
I don’t want to die.
The shorts? They’re just the cherry on top of the weight loss icing that I don’t have to live like that anymore, in fear of my left arm suddenly going numb and crunching aspirin like Pez on a daily basis.
And so, here’s how this will go down. I’m going to document the good, the bad and the ugly of this last fifteen pounds. You’ll still see me on Foursquare checking into my beloved exhale mind body spa to rock out Core Fusion and yoga classes, which is how I’ve gotten here (with the occasional SoulCycle class thrown in.)
I’ve also been asked to attend six weeks of Equinox Training Camp (and I’m thrilled that they asked me to do it.) At the end of this, it’s not just the vanity of getting into smaller jeans for me….I get a whole new shot at life.
Wish me luck. We’ll get there together. I’ll do my best to stick with it and take the rest of the weight off, you follow along and hopefully get inspired to save your own life (if that’s your inspiration…if cute shorts are what moves you, get yourself some cute ass shorts from Topshop and get in the game.)
At the end of this, let’s put on some skinny shorts and celebrate together. You in? #15lbstogo