Having my cake.....and my waistlne too

So last week my sister and I went dress shopping for an upcoming event. First of all, I’d like to offer a bit of advice: never go shopping with someone who is a size 2, it will make you hate yourself. It doesn’t help that I have been a size four most of my adult life and suddenly I find myself fitting into a size six (or occasionally an eight). Now, I can hear you all already; OMG, is she really whining about being a size six (or eight)? Yes, and I’ll tell you why. Because I don’t like it. Plain and simple. I don’t like the idea of getting fat. Superficial? Perhaps but there is it is, another problem to solve. So, rather than whine I am jumping right in; I got on the scale last week and noted my weight (don’t you dare ask!), then I thought about my diet. I’m not a believer in traditional dieting, I think it makes the dieter hungry and grumpy and I’m grumpy enough as it is. I decided to start by trimming my lunches, since it’s my least favorite meal. Instead of eating leftovers or pizza for lunch, I have resolved to eat salads. Also, I am trying to eat yogurt and almonds for breakfast (I am not cutting out the coffee, priorities people!). And, of course I’ve started exercising. 65 sit ups a night to start, with the goal of making it 100. We have a treadmill and an elliptical which I also plan to use (eventually). My phone now has an app that allows me to track my calorie intake and exercise. I will re-weigh myself every month and note my progress. Stay tuned….size four here I come!