Tuesday, August 01, 2006

She shoots.... she SCORES!!!!!!!!!!

We've all seen a million different ways of celebrating victories. The actors, after their flawless opening night, take a deep bow. There's the Olympian who holds their hand on their heart while their national anthem is played. There's the European footballers who whip their shirt up over their head (exposing their extremely well toned hot bodies), jumping blindly in the air after scoring a goal. There's are endless video clips of American Footballers dancing in the endzone. You've seen piles of baseball players on the pitchers mound, basketballers smacking each other's rears and musicians smashing their instruments after a kick ass show.

So I've been doing some thinking about my celebration dance. What'll it be? Will I step off the scale and do an Ozzie Smith style backflip? Will I hang my head out of my kitchen window and hoot and holler for all the neighbors to hear? Will I just hug my husband and have a little cry of relief that I made it, alive? Celebration dances seem to be pretty important. Everybody seems to have their own style, something that is all them and nobody else. It's a very important aspect to think about and shouldn't be over looked.

Along the way I've have small celebrations of course.

So my total goal is to lose 100 pounds in a year. Now that is a daunting task if you say it like that, and honestly that number, as a whole, scares the buhjeezus out of me. So I don't say I'm going to lose 100 pounds anymore. It's too big and overwhelming. I say I'm gonna lose 8 pounds a month until I reach my goal, and that little change in my thought process really makes an enormous difference to me. Then it sounds pretty doable. But then I break it down even further and say I'm going to lose 2 pounds a week then it looks like an actual achievable goal. Something I can actually do. 2 pounds? yeah, I can do that. 2 pounds in a week, no problem!

Every week I weigh in. On a Tuesday actually. I don't know why Tuesday, it was just the first day of the whole ordeal. My mom always used to say you should never start a diet on any day but Monday. But the way I see it, I wasn't starting a diet, I was just changing my life around a little bit. Tuesday seems as good as day as any to me.

So on Tuesday's I step on the scale and see if I've reached my goal of 2 pounds. Usually my husband is lying in bed as I step on the scale, half asleep, half awake. The scale is kind of old and a little loud and creeky when you step on and of course I never get on it just once. I guess it's just because I can't believe it, but I never step on the scale just one time. It's usually about a 4 or 5 time ordeal for me until my poor sleepy husband finally opens his groggy blue eyes and says to me "how'd you do?" That's the moment when I really believe the numbers and that I did it, I made my goal.

So I've made just one reward for myself so far. I don't want to get too far ahead of myself so I'm just going to keep it simple for now and dream bigger a bit further down the road.

When I lose my first 30 I will reward myself with a treadmill. It was a deal I made with my husband (in front of my mother so he couldn't suddenly forget later) and he seemed to think it was fair. If you lose 30 pounds you can bet you're taking things pretty serious and that deserves to be rewarded. I'm halfway there and you better believe I've been doing some shopping around!

So that's my goal for now. My first 30. But you can bet the farm I'm already practicing my dance for the endzone. Five, six, seven, eight....jazz hands!


Amy said...

I'm really enjoying this blog! Congrats on making it 1/2 way to 30 lbs! That treadmill will be here sooner than you think ;-).

Anonymous said...

yay! I'm glad you like it. I'm actually enjoying writing it. There seems to be a certain freedom in actually getting it all down and out in the open.

monica said...

Sarah... what an amaying goal you have set and are reaching every week! Very soon we will be hearing about the ibg treadmill event!