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Dub Dub

So I have rejoined the cult that is Weight Watchers.  A.K.A. W. W..  A.K.A. Dub Dub.  I started January 1st, inspired by commercials of Jessica Simpson, whom I love for being a Texan girl, first and foremost, and then for being a blonde.  Secondary to that, Jennifer Hudson, whom I can relate to for topping out at a size 24 before losing a lot of weight prior to her Dream Girls performance, and now looks AH-MAZING in her dub dub commercials. 

Of course, I joined for myself.  My cousin’s wedding is quickly approaching and I’d like to be in better shape for it – looking better.  Specifically, smaller arms and belly!  Maybe better looking legs, as it will be a short bridesmaids dress. 

My boyfriend is a little concerned, yet supportive about it all.  He’s already asking me things like “how many points do you have left today,” but he’s made it pretty clear he doesn’t want to know the PointsPlus values of his own food (for reasons we won’t get into on the internet :) ). 

So far, I’m pretty happy with the program.  PointsPlus values are calculated by “rewarding” a food for having protein and fiber, while “punishing” it for having fat and carbs.  Fruits and vegetables are zero points (for the majority of them), so long as you don’t have a banana fest or something (eating zero-points food without being hungry).

The online and mobile tools are making the program kick off to a great start.  I decided not to do meetings, even though I believe I’d get some value out of them.  I’m just so busy as it is, and would rather spend that time doing something else. 

I will keep you all posted on progress!

I will keep you posted on how it goes. 

 

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Stairs

My goal for the upcoming week: take the stairs at work every. single. day. I work on the 3rd floor and currently take the elevator. I used to make the excuses of “oh, I went to boot camp this morning and my quads are sore” or “I have too much to carry” or “I’m wearing heels.”

No more!

For the next week (January 2nd – 11th) I will take the stairs every day, every time. If I have too much stuff to carry, I take a 2nd trip.

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Breaking In

Well folks, it finally happened.  This morning, I broke into the 230s!  What a pleasant morning surprise to see a three.  Between my toes.  In the 10s place.

I’m telling you.  South Beach works for me.  I’m not going to say, “Go try it!  Right this minute!”  I’ve been at this game long enough to know what works for me may not work for everyone.  And, I also know that for some, what works quickly un-works itself.  South Beach just happens to work well for me and I’m just so excited to see it in numbers.

I got to thinking today – how odd is it… all these diets?  It’s been established that low carb diets work (at least temporarily).  And then a guy friend of mine did well on a Sonoma/Mediterranean diet, which apparently is lots of bread and olive oil, but little meat and especially red meat.  Then some church friends of mine have lost a ton of weight on the Four Hour Body diet, which is like… no dairy (and other things).  The thread here is that all of these diets remove some key food group, at least in large part.

So, riddle me this – our bodies can have any food type and lose weight, so long as it is not all food types at once?  Protein without carbs, carbs without proteins, meats and veggies without dairy?  I feel like Dr. Oz should have touched on this at some point (maybe he did?).

In any case, I will keep truckin’ on South Beach.  I realize I’ve been much less hungry – more than I’ve noted in the past.  On Wednesday (day 2), I had a very late breakfast, a bigish lunch, and a tiny dinner.  Usually I healthy snack all day.  Today, it was chicken and broccoli for breakfast, which I had to force feed myself, popcorn in the middle of the day, and then some egg rolls for dinner.  Lots of water drinking, for sure, but still, this is very little food.  I guess that’s the whole idea of SB – the carbs cause hunger, and removing them prevents hunger, which prevents the consumption of calories.

Cheers to progress!

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Get Over It

So, I wrote that post this morning and spent the day feeling sorry for myself.  This is sort of normal for me – realize today what I must do tomorrow, as opposed to now.  Friday was a blow, and this morning, it was tough to confess my weight loss sins.  And while tomorrow is a new day, I feel the need to do something RIGHT NOW.

Whatever you’re doing at the moment, if you’re feeling like a couch potato or like a blob, go put on some spandex and get moving.  Now.  I’m heading to the gym myself, inspired by Extreme Makeover Weight Loss Edition, and contestant Jacqui, who works out 2+ hours a day, 6 days a week.  She lost 90 lbs in 90 days (355 to 263).  And her 2nd phase goal was 50 lobs – 263 to 213 in 3 months.

So inspiring.

So, heading to the gym.  Right. Now.

Goals today:

1 hour on the elliptical
500 min. calories burned
120 crunches
Jump on that little platform thing once.

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Playing Games

I just left a great workout.  Literally, it ended 23 minutes ago – long enough for me to drive home (while avoiding direct eye contact with Sonic), turn on my computer and start a movie (No Strings Attached).  I digress.

It was a great workout, and I wanted to share with you how I stayed motivated.

Generally, between parking my car and getting on a machine, I make a goal.  Sometimes it’s a distance or time goal, but usually it is a calorie goal.  That is, I can’t stop until I’ve hit X number of calories.  This way, if I’m tired, and want to stop earlier, all I have to do is work harder/faster.  If I have all the time in the world, and I’m feeling lazy/tired/sore, then I lower my intensity/speed and work longer.

Today, I tried a different machine.  The past few times to the gym, I worked on the elliptical trainer.  This was a recommendation from a personal trainer because it simulates running without the impact on your hips and knees (both which give me issues). For whatever reason, I was thinking, “Ugh” at the thought of the El Trainer today and so I hopped on a newfangled treadmill.  By newfangled, I’m talking the motor in the back, full color touch screen kind.

This is the first machine that let me SET a calorie goal from the beginning. So, when I hopped on and reviewed my buttons of choice, I saw one that said “set goal,” which holy smokes, is what I do anyways.  I click on it and picked my calories (450) and then I could choose incline and speed.  As I did, the amount of time it would take me to complete would change.  I played around with the settings and saw that at a speed of 2.6mph and an incline of 10%, it would take over an hour to finish.

I started my 60+ min workout and quickly – very quickly – got bored.  I increased my incline to 20% (whoa), and my speed up to 2.7.  The machine told me I now only had like 35 minutes remaining (as opposed to the 55 remaining).

This could be fun.

So, since the 20% incline was challenging, but not sustainable, I kept playing around with the dials to make it interesting.  For instance, I would do one minute at 20%, but once I “beat” that, I took it down to 19.5%, which added 15 seconds to the time remaining.  I kept playing around with the one-minute “intervals” until I started to feel a bit of a runners high.  At about 15% I felt really good and so I’d say, out loud mind you, “One more minute here.”  Then, “Just 30 more seconds here.”  I probably stayed at 15% for a good long time before it started to wind me.  So then I found another metric on the machine – elevation.  At this point, I’d climbed 985ft or so, and so I said (again, out loud – this seems to make a difference for me), “Hit 1,000 ft in elevation, then you can drop your speed.”

I played these little games for the full 39 minutes (where I ultimately hit 450 calories burned).  It made the time go by so much faster, I felt challenged, and I encouraged myself.

The one liiiiiitle thing I did not care for – this particular machine wouldn’t read my heart rate.  I don’t know if it was the whole series of machines at at the gym (there are 10 that are the same), or my particular one, but I would have really liked to know where I maxed out, and was walking too fast to take my own pulse.  One other thing, there didn’t seem to be a way to tell the machine how old I was or how much I weighed.  If you’re heavy like me, you want to do this because a heavy person burns more calories than an “average” person because of all the extra work it takes to carry the weight.

So then I did a 5 minute cool down on another treadmill (couldn’t figure out how to do it on the one I was on, plus the guy next to me was a little creepy).

Then, the next really fun part: strength.  I am still a little intimidated by the weight machines at my new gym.  I have used said machines at other gyms, but somehow stepping off the tiled walkways of the gym, onto the rubber mats of the weight area feels a little nerve wracking.  So, for now, I’ve been using a free weights/stretching/other area.

I did 100 crunches of varying kinds: toes in the air toe touches, angry penguins, standard, then did lower back crunches (100), including supermans, superman holds, and planks (not a crunch, but the idea was to work opposite muscle groups, so a count of one equaled one crunch).

I also did some arm work with free weights, but with a twist!  I got a BOSU ball, stood on it, and did curls and shoulder lifts.  I’m no fitness expert, but I know with challenge comes reward.  By standing on this thing while doing my curls, I was forced to engage my abs the whole time.

After that, I got a big (too big) yoga ball (I really don’t know the name for those things) and did some chest flies.

Next, feeling my triceps were under-worked, I attempted some tricep pushups using the BOSU ball.  I don’t know how well they worked, but they did something for me I’m sure, as I had a hard time doing them.

Last exercise, I did bridge crunches.  These are a nice way for me to tighten my butt (or at least that is the goal)!

Finally, stretching.  Oh how I love to stretch!  I made a mixed tape as a teenager called “stretching music,” full of Enya, monk chants, the Jurassic Park sound track, and a little Brian Adams.  No lie.

All in all, an excellent day at the gym!  How do you stay motivated at the gym, or how do you push yourself?

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23_

23.  These are the first two numbers I would like to see on the scale very soon.  I don’t even care what the third number is, or the number after the decimal.  All I want is a two, followed by a three.

I have been stuck in the 240s for what feels like eons.  I finally broke into the low 240s on my short-lived experience with MyFitFoods, and the weight has stayed off.  But, I’m ready for a new 10-pound range.  For reals.

So, I’ve been mindful (somewhat).  Ugh, I know, “somewhat.”  I have been, um, 90% good and 10% bad.  That aint bad, right?  I mindlessly had a candy bar.  Well, I knew what I was doing at the time, but when i came across the wrapper in my purse, I thought “when in the world did I last have a Twix?”

“Um, two days ago.  You bought it at Home Depot.”

“Oh.  Right.”

STILL, 23.  I’m like 241 and change right now and I cannot wait to see that little 3 peek at me from between my toes.  It may not happen for my Friday update, but I’m really, really hoping for it by next week.  I have been working out like a fiend (well, with unexpected time from work off, that is).  And, I’ve been eating less; I’m sure of it.  With the financial cuts to my budget, I’ve been very careful to plow through my cupboard, and only buy things at the store that supplement that (for instance, my cupboard has uncooked pasta, so buying the stuff for sauce, and by “stuff,” I mean a jar of sauce, is allowed).  I can also get fruits, veggies and milk.  Instead of the $1 per day Greek yogurt, I’m now having regular stuff to appease that sweet tooth I get around 8pm.  And, I’m finally eating the jello I bought I don’t know how long ago (well, I do, but I don’t wanna say!).

And by the way, cupboard is a weird word.  I may only be saying so because I didn’t know how to spell it until just now, and therefore may be biased.

Two thirties.  I recall being exactly 230 lbs the day I moved to Los Angeles in September 2005.  I lost a bunch of weight while in LA (South Beach), but I remember seeing that number and being shocked.  SHOCKED. at how much I weighed.  By the time I left, I was closer to 210, but then quickly entered a relationship that ended badly, and with a 40 (yes 40) pound gain that I’m still trying to lose 6 years later.

I have post-its up at the office, and intentions to put up little messages around my apartment to encourage me.  I chant in my head every five minutes “two-three-oh, two-three-oh” (ok, this part is a lie).

In my head, 230s mean that I’m past the 240s (duh), but on my way to the 220s, and I think size 16.  I’ll have to think long and hard about the last time I was a size 16.  Hrm…..

Send prayers or good vibes or whatever you belief system does my way, if you don’t mind.  I would greatly appreciate it!

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The Other Departments

I spent Saturday afternoon shopping with my cousins and aunt at the Corpus Christi mall.  Shopping, since I was in high school, has always been a non-event.  Only a handful of stores sell my size (ahem, 18), and so I spend most of the day enjoying company and shopping the accessories or shoes.  On occasion, I meander to a Lane Bryant or Macy’s.

Today was really no different (though it was of course wonderful to see family), but as my waistline shrinks, I start to see little glimmers of possibility.  As I stepped into Francesca’s, I felt like I was in Jessica Day’s (i.e., the New Girl’s) closet; everything was bright and colorful, and easy like Sunday morning.  Of course, the largest size was “L.”

I expected no less (or rather, no more) from boutique-like places, or the likes of Buckle, Victoria’s Secret, Forever 21, and all the other places my cousins shop.  At the end of the night though, I made my way to my trusty ol’ Macy’s “Women’s World” department.  I was discombobulated, as it has been moved to a new floor.  But, I can almost always find a great deal here, in my style, in my size. The thing is, with the new location, and my near-regular sized butt (well, regular, in my head at least, is sizes 0-16), I find myself dipping into the regular-sizes departments (for tops and full-skirted dresses).

As I looked out upon the vastness of the department floor, and my general experience with shopping Saturday, I became quickly overwhelmed at where I’m going to be in a few short months (in size 16s, that is).  I will be able to shop at SO MANY new stores, and be able to shop an entire floor of a department store, and not just my little department.

And it hit me – just how comfortable I had become in plus sized clothing.

I remember a time in sixth grade (yes, sixth), my mom tried to take me shopping in a plus sized women’s clothing store at the mall.  I refused and was likely completely bratty about the whole thing.  I was mostly concerned of being seen in such a store (as the mall was THE most likely place to run into a classmate).  In fact, thinking back it is silly that I had such a strong reaction, as any person could see I was overweight.  My mom was just trying to find clothes that fit me, and I was in complete denial of my size, I suppose.  Anyways, the clothes were tacky (I could tell from the ear piercing kiosk I scorned the store from).

At that time, I was a size 18, but I picked up tennis around then and leveled out around a size 10.  In high school I can remember being a size 14 in my tennis skirt, and in college I remember some Limited crop pants I had in a size 12.  What I don’t remember is the day I crossed into the plus size department.  I don’t remember the day I went to the Gap, tried on some 16s (the largest they sold in stores), and went “Oh crap, these don’t fit.”  I can remember in 2003 – 2005 (post college), ordering clothes from Gap.com in 18s, then 20s, but I really, truly, cannot remember walking into a plus size store or department for the first time.

Back then, plus sized options really, really sucked.  But now, recently, oh my.  That department and those stores have become SO easy for me.  When I was in sixth grade, I had some incentive to lose weight – the plus sized clothes were terrible, and I didn’t want to get caught in one of those stores  But these days, the clothes are on-trend, made to flatter, and not frumpy.  I can see how it is just so easy to stay at a larger size when the options are pretty good.

Still, the department is small.  The stores that offer sizes over 16 are limited.  And so Saturday night, as I allowed myself to dip into the “regular” sized clothing, I realized how much freedom I will have.  Even though my options in plus are good, if I found something that remotely flattered, I had to buy it because the number of stores are limited.

I feel like I’m contradicting myself a bit, so let me explain. 18 or so years ago (when I was in sixth grade), a dress option might be rather moo-moo like.  Today, I definitely have more options of cuts, colors and prints, but there are still maybe just three A-line cut dresses, and one may be an unflattering color, while the other might be too short.  So, the dress I end up with is far better than a moo-moo, but there was still just ONE.  Better options, but not limitless.  Regular sized clothing feels limitless.  And thus, wonderful and overwhelming at the same time.

One of many challenges with plus-size clothing is that since so few stores sell it, you’re stuck with the style of clothing available to you.  It wasn’t all that long ago that plus size women’s clothing meant frumpy, baggy, and shapeless tops and bottoms.  The waist of the pants sat inches above the belly button, and likely had elastic in it.  But as retailers have recognized obesity in this country (the MEDIAN sized woman is a 12 – half of women are over, half under), they are more keen to buy the big girl version of regular sized fashions.  Still though, the options were limited.  And comfortable.  And finite.

So plus sized clothing is double edged sword these days.  The increase in availability makes it easy to look modern up to a size 32 or something; you are not incentivized (as you once were, in the early 90s) to lose weight in order to maintain some sense of fashion.  And, since the finite selection of stores/options for plus size clothing was limited, your choices became easier.

As I lose weight though, I’m both excited and overwhelmed at my upcoming options.  Excited because there are even MORE opportunities to find clothes that suit my fancy, overwhelmed because there are so many opportunities to find clothes that suit my fancy.

My friend Tracy tells me she finds department stores overwhelming, and only Saturday did I get a sense of that.  With the plus sized department moved to another floor, I was able to dip into the size 16 dresses across the aisle and became quickly engulfed in options.

I’m so curious to see how my shopping habits may change over the next year.  Will I shop more stores, or limit my stores to a select few to keep a similar experience to Women’s World?  Will I discern my purchases more, knowing that the next store very likely WILL have more options (rather than wondering)?  Will I ever be able to buy off the rack again at Gap? ;)

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Rough Week, Gym Bag and Marbles

I have been bad this week.  Truth be told, it has been a really emotional week for me and I just haven’t “felt like it.”  You know what I mean?

These kinds of things happen.  Working out would have made it feel better, but it also happens to be one of those super busy weeks where you get to work an hour early and stay an hour late, and then when you get home, you have extra work to do.

I also got in non-trouble this week at work.  An email went out and it was not well received.  My manager, his manager, and then her manager all had to sit down with me and just let me know it wasn’t the best email to send.  Although they were cool about it, it was upsetting.  I hate crying at work, but it happened – both on the day my manager gave me a heads up, and in the meeting with the three managers.

Towards the end of yesterday, things were really looking up.  The only reason I didn’t go to the gym was because it was the once monthly office happy hour that I myself plan.  By the time it’s over, I’m tipsy, it’s dusk, and working out sounds like a bad idea.  I think the occasional day or two off from working out is fine, it’s just that there has been a lot of them this week.

Also contributing to my stress is my dad’s upcoming knee replacement surgery.  He reads this blog and doesn’t want me sharing all his business, so I’ll just leave it at that :)   I am heading down to my hometown though, to help out post-op.  Still, I have an inkling feeling that the stress of earlier this week and the stress of the upcoming surgery have me pretty tightly wound.

BUT, I’m working out tonight!  Oh yes!  Just a couple more weeks left on my CG Arena free membership and then I’ll be heading to Gold’s more permanently.  I’m really looking forward to it.

Also exciting me this week (it really is the little things…) is my quest for a gym bag.  Yes, this is exciting.  My Crate & Barrel tote bag gets the job done, but it’s not particularly sporty, nor does it fit in a teeny gym locker.  Plus it serves a whole lot of purposes and so a gym bag is required. BUT, I’m implementing a little plan before I make this happen:

My friend Tracy gave me this idea: get a jar and some pretty marbles.  Every time you do something healthy, add a marble to the jar.  When the jar is full, you get your reward.  For me, I plan to add a marble every time I eat a home-prepared meal (e.g., cereal for breakfast, leftovers for lunch, etc.).  It only counts if it is a healthy, planned meal (no, popcorn does NOT count as a meal, even though it’s home prepared).

I’m looking forward to sharing the pictures.  Wish me luck :)

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Personal Trainer Experience

Last week, I worked out with a personal trainer.  Now, I should say this was part of Gold’s Gym’s effort to sell me a membership, but it was rewarding all the same.

The guy they paired me up with was great, and with a Physical Therapy background no less!  We talked about my goals, and put a number to how much more weight I want to lose (114 pounds – seems like a lot).

Quick aside, 132 is the weight I think I will need to be at to fit into a size 8, however if I’m putting on a lot of muscle (which the gym’s electro static (or something) test confirmed), size 8 could happen at a higher weight.  In fact the test suggested that with working out a lot and eating right and all that, my ideal weight might actually be 160 lbs, with 18% body fat.  I have no idea how this compares to others, so at 240+ pounds, I am taking their word for it.  I’ll question them when I hit 160 and wear some other size.

So after talking about goals and medical concerns, he took me out onto the gym and set me on an elliptical (because of my hip).  He said this will be the best piece of equipment for me (because of joints), and it mimics running.  Then, he put me to work.

Now, cardio equipment has all kinds of lights and information to watch while you run.  When you put in your age, there is a little heart rate scale that indicates where your current heart rate lies.  On similar machines, I cross over from “weight loss zone” to “cardio zone” at about 140 beats per minute.  So, when I’ve worked out, I’ve tried to keep my HR above 150.  The machine also indicates a “peak” zone, which lights up red, which I always thought was “dangerous.”

Apparently not.  And the way the trainer approached the machine was SO different that I’d ever approached a cardio machine before.  He had me focus on speed first, HR second.  He said, “See that number?  I want you to keep it between 100 and 110 for 5 minutes.”

At the end of 5 minutes, my HR is at like 167.  I keep my speed at 70-80 for 1 minute, then I jump up to 110-120 for 4 minutes.  The whole thing goes something like this:

5 minutes: speed of 100 – 110

Heart rate = 167

1 minute: speed of 70-80

4 minutes: speed of 110 – 120; goal = exceed last HR

Heart Rate = 178

1 minute: speed of 70-80

3 minutes: speed of 110-120 (Note: he thought I looked pretty winded at this point, otherwise he would have upped my speed here)

Heart Rate = 172 (oops!  It was supposed to go up!  Guess I should have upped my speed on that last round).

1 minute: speed of 70-80

2 minutes: speed of 120 – 130

Heart Rate = 180+

1 minute: speed of 70-80

1 minute: speed of 130+ (“You can do ANYTHING for a minute,” he says)

Heart Rate = 200+ (Whoa)

3 minutes: recovery – waiting for my heart rate to get into the 140s, which it never does while on the machine, and we have to move on.

My trainer points out that my conditioning isn’t that good.  If it was, my HR would have dropped faster during recovery.  While this doesn’t surprise me this is NEW INFORMATION (something my nutritionist never really got to me).  For one, I was going too easy on myself on cardio machines before, thinking my max was about 170, and trying to keep it from 150 to 170.  And yet, every time I played a tennis match, I was frustrated that I would become so easily winded.

He and I didn’t have time for weights, because we (well, it was more for my benefit) had to go hear the sales pitch again.

I am now really convinced that a GOOD trainer is worth every penny (a good nutritionist probably is too, but I haven’t found one of those).  This guy was smart, professional and personable – and he gave me NEW information.  He pushed me in a way I didn’t know I could be pushed.

As it’s my intention to join Gold’s Gym in the next few weeks (after the FREE Camp Gladiator Arena trial is over), I’m taking a hard look at my budget to see if I have the funds to squeeze in some personal training.  It’s $570 for 12 sessions, which they of course suggest three times per week.  At $47.50 per session, this is far cheaper than ALL the top gyms I looked at (where the going rate is $75 per session).  If I sign up for 24 or 36 sessions, the price drops to $45 per session (though you still pay in a chunk).  This is still QUITE a hefty payment (think: car payment).  But, if I had the budget, I would so do it.  Still thinking about how I can work this into my budget and what it means giving up in return.

What are your thoughts on personal training/personal trainers?  Have you had any particularly good or bad experiences with training?

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Shoot for the Moon

“Shoot for the moon.  Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”  -Brian Littrell

It is completely possible you have seen this quote on a magnet at a cutesy gift shop.  Anyway, this quote has really been swirling around in my head quite a bit lately as I have contemplated the idea of perfect eating and activity.  It is no secret I have half-assed it (admittedly) at times in the past nine months.  I’ve had plateaus and so-called set-backs.  I’ve gained weight when my goal is obviously to lose it. My most unsuccessful weeks are the unfocused, whiney and feeling-sorry-for-myself because of the enormity of losing 100+ pounds weeks.

My best weeks are focused.  Well-planned.  Full of activity and vegetables, lacking in food cooked out of the home.

“Shoot for the moon.  Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”  Perfection for me is the moon, but since I haven’t been shooting for it, I’m landing – nowhere.  No stars.  Well, maybe not NOWHERE, per se (I HAVE lost weight).  But this has me asking – where WOULD I land if I shot for perfection?

The idea of perfection has overwhelmed me for some time.  I have really been thinking of what it means I will need to give-up, rather than what it means I will take on.  It is completely possible I will learn even more healthy eating and activity habits. Will I always be perfect?  Much to my chagrin, likely not. BUT, I don’t want to be so forgiving with myself when I do fall off course.

As part of this effort (starting Monday Tuesday), I will also be aiming for a three-pound-per-week weight loss.  “GASP!” I hear?  Yes, it is drastic.  But again, it comes down to shooting for the moon.  If I shoot for 3lbs (based on healthy eating and increased activity), imagine what might happen on the scale.

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