Shake Weight Plus.

I need to be sexy. I need to lose twenty-five pounds. My Shake Weight can only do so much.

Today was supposed to be mine and LoGan’s three month anniversary. I had planned to get him a teddy bear holding a copy of Nintendogs + Cats and a note that said something along the lines of, "I can’t express how happy you make me, and I know you want a dog, so I kind of combined the two as my gift to you, blah blah blah, thanks for making me your Happy Bear, blah blah blah." Something like that. Now, I don’t have to spend seventy dollars on him. Instead I’ll save it and get myself something nice to wear. Something two sizes too small.

I’ll have to fit into it eventually, right? I added some bicycle crunches, step ups, push ups, and prisoner squats to my daily regimen of Shake Weight usage. I don’t have any equipment at home and any sort of gym is too far for me to attend and make it on time to certain appointments, such as work or Chapter meetings. So I’ll just do the home workout thing.

I want to do it every day. I want it to happen every day. And I’ve got to get it out of my head that it won’t. There’s a lingering little though in the back of my mind telling me that I won’t succeed. It sounds like my gut when it was giving me warning signs about LoGan. I ignored my gut’s voice before, so I’ll do it again!

I went to Denny’s tonight. I felt good because I had three glasses of water and only one of Coke. Coke is my favorite food group and it’s been hard to give up soda completely. At work I only drink water unless I feel the need for a bit of sugar, then I take a shot of Mountain Dew. This is only because I dislike how sweet Pepsi tastes. Also at Denny’s, I chose chicken over red meat and fruit over fries. I felt great about these decisions. The only problem was that it was very late at night, sometime around eleven. Oops.

I’ve been teaching myself to appreciate the disgusting flavor of celery. I want to fill myself up with celery whenever I’m hungry. Instead of waiting for a mistake to be made at work, I want to sip on my water and eat celery. I enjoy celery. Celery is my favorite food group. Celery and celery by-products, such as bits ‘o celery and celery strings. Mmm… what a delicacy.

I will get sexy by my birthday. And I will show the world, and myself, that I can be attractive.

I will.