Just finished my burst training workout. It takes about five minutes total, and I have been doing it every morning for almost two weeks. Though it is brief, it is very hard because it involves things like pushups and crunches done at high speeds. Ouch. I need stronger shoulders. Though I sometimes dread this workout, I always feel pretty great when it’s done.

I have also been on a new eating plan of sorts for almost two weeks — a “slow carb” diet, meaning that for six days of the week, I don’t eat any refined sugars or fruit juice, no artificial sweeteners, no bread or pasta or rice or baked goods of any kind. And, more real foods, whole foods, large portions of vegetables, lean meats, etc. This part has been tough. I miss rice and bread a lot. Even though I only eat brown rice and whole grain bread, they aren’t part of this “diet” which is for weight loss, not forever. I’m sure I’ll go back to those soon. But I do want to lose 10 or 15 pounds, and I want to see if this thing actually works.

The nice thing about it is that I do get one “cheat day” per week, where I can just eat whatever I want. I am still not a fan of junk food so I don’t just go immediately to McDonald’s of course, but on my last cheat day, Mother’s Day, I did have whole wheat blueberry pancakes, a (nasty) slice of pizza, a few chocolate truffles, and some ice cream for dessert.

I haven’t weighed myself, partly because I suspect our cheap bathroom scale is extremely inaccurate. I may try to find a good one today. Though it would be handy to belong to a gym right now and just go use a real scale. Or maybe the pharmacy has one. Or I could just walk into a doctor’s clinic and ask to step on theirs ha ha.

Anyway. This largely stems from an episode a couple weeks ago when Brian and I went to Macy’s and I decided to try on these cute green capri pants. Maybe it was the fit, or maybe it was just me, but I tried on my usual size and was too fat, then went a size up from that and still looked like I had sausage-thighs. I very nearly wept in the dressing room. I thought about all the crap I have been eating for months, and just said, fuck this. No more. I’m going to do something about this. So I did.