Preparation: Day 5: Reprogramming/Making it Last

Reprogramming/Making it Last

So, afterwards, when the 91 days is up and I've lost the weight and I'm saying, "oh joy, i'm hot!"... where does all this tracking come into play? I mean, I'm definitely going to stop specifically tracking my progress each day and counting calories so specifically. But, my specific reasoning is, by tracking myself for 91 days I will ease into a mode of thinking (I like to call it "guilt trip" mode), where I realize what specific healthy foods I enjoy eating, where to make my exceptions, and never feel the craving to eat until I'm close to puking. This is a system to improve my life, not to lose a few extra pounds. I'm not going to eat a chocolate cake on day 92. I'll probably indulge in a 3 oz. whole-grain bagel with a tablespoon of low-fat cranberry cream cheese and strawberry-banana yogurt with wheat germ. My goal is to almost want to throw up after my first Double-Cheeseburger at McDonald's, hopefully somewhere around day 121 or so. I want to hate the indulgences that hate my body so. When I'm done, I swear, I'm going to buy a cheesecake... a nice, delicious, plain, cheesecake (my favorite), from that diner in Lebanon or Cross Keys near Hanover... and I'm going to punch it! I'm going to totally kick it's rich little ass! And when I'm done reveling in my victory, and it is left a mushed pile of mushy dairy gism, I'm going to heft it above my head, and throw it off a bridge and watch it float to it's eventually dissolving death in the Susquehanna river.

And when I see a burger like that, hopefully I won't be salivating on my shirt as much as I am right now.

The only way I'm going to "know" what is specifically happening inside and outside of my body, is by knowing what I'm shoveling inside of it and what I'm making it do. Specific, acute, accurate, revealing, truthful, bombastic; these are a bunch of words that I've been using a lot lately. And I need to be held completely accountable, I need to crafty and precise, because failure is only one step away. Complete and utter failure, staring me in the face, like some pompous fox holding a bow and arrow and flexing (see Day 3 above).

Stay tuned for updates, graphs, numbers, pictures, and amazing blogging...

Tomorrow, it begins...