Here we go, here we go, here we go now...

My coworker next to me was just singing this..so it is stuck in my brain now. Things have felt so busy for me lately. I look around and see nothing to keep me that occupied; except a cat who is nearly 15 that is fussy about only drinking from the toilet. I'm not working two jobs and I don't have four kids to handle. The only new item in my list of duties is the introduction of the South Beach Diet into my world. After having a pity party for myself for a few weeks about the challenges I will face getting pregnant and how hard it is to lose weight; I decided to do something about it. South Beach is the best way of life for my particular body. I have insulin resistance which makes the way my body processes sugars to be a challenge. So if I choose lower glycemic foods (the way the body coverts calories into sugar) the better chance I have to lose weight.

I am happy to say that I am down 11 pounds since the first of the year. I have roughly 9 pounds left until I reach my mini goal....to lose the 20 pounds that I have gained since I met Kent. This weight gain was truly about me losing sight of what I need to continually do---pay attention to calories/sugar, limit wine/alcohol and exercise daily. I feel like I have had so little time lately to do anything except make all of these crazy recipes to follow this plan. Next week I am limiting my TV to one hour per day, which will give me more time to spend at the gym. We have also been busy with taxes, choosing a life insurance policy, preparing for Italy and life in general.

In general things are going well. Last week-end I was pretty pissy (bitchy) after it looked like I had gained 1/2 a pound, even though I was perfect with my food. Man I hate that scale somedays. There is nothing in this world that can set my mood quicker than the scale. I am weighing myself every 5 days to help stay focused and grounded. I get nervous when I step on the scale, but somehow I need to remember that I am doing well and I will continue to do well. I have given up wine, sugar and bread until we reach Italy. This is not a huge sacrifice...but boy would I love a giant piece of rosemary bread and a fabulous glass of Oregon Pinot Noir. Instead I will rejoice with my Crystal Light and salad!