Yep, this looks challenging.

What am I doing.  WHAT.  am I DOING?

I hate diets with a passion and love cooking - mostly healthy foods, but there's no way I'm turning my nose up at a whoopie pie.  Hence, my current situation.

Yeah but you gotta figure a couple pounds for the chucks, and that droid weighs what, a quarter pound, and....

Ladies and germs, that's not such a nice number when you're 5'2".  Sad but true, when you have that little area to spread it over, every ounce shows.

It wasn't always like this.  There are size 4 suits languishing in my closet, skinny jeans that haven't seen the light of day since sometime in 2007, and I'm sure my clubbing attire would look nicer without the muffin top, thankyouverymuch.

(Un?)Lucky for me, and as you're likely well aware, I'm not the only girl with this conundrum.  Like many others, I regularly thumb through practically the entire canon of fitness periodicals: Women's Health, Oxygen, Shape, Fitness.  I call it my vicarious exercise - once I'm done reading through the workout routines some smiling fitness model offers up every month, I'm exhausted and ready for my nap, or my mint chip ice cream.

Do not mess with my ice cream.

WINNING - As Advertised?

This month, I saw something in Self that piqued my interest.  I'm usually not a fan of this mag, what with the parade of celebrebimbos on the cover dishing up their secrets to the perfect body (sure, I could spend 5 hours a day in the gym with a personal trainer if my job was to look great, too!), but I saw this spring's Drop 10 Challenge, and how much variety - and normal-ness - there is with the menu... Heck, I have most of this crap in my cupboard or fridge.  I saw that alone.  My lazy little heart skipped a beat, and I thought, "I might be able to do this."  And I cannot stress that "might" enough - I've tried and failed at this fitness thing so many times.  The only time I thought I had it, I was cycling 6 miles a day to and from work and living off Lean Cuisine (eew).

Anyway, I'm going to try this.  If you want the details on the plan, make clicky on the links above.  If I succeed, hooray, I can wear those size 7 jeans again.  If I fail, at least I can fail big and y'all can laugh at me drowning my sorrow in ice cream.