I'm not so good at updating this journal, because it reminds me of pesky things like accountability and responsibility for what gets put into my mouth, chewed up, and swallowed.  That little Hershey Kiss there, that soup here, everything adds up, and if I have to keep an actual track of my "progress," I have to think about all of that stuff.

Day 3 of this troublesome adventure, and it would seem Mr. Bathroom Scale doesn't see any significant change.

That's fine... sort of. Considering that I've been making a conscious effort to at least eat better and less of it for about 2 months now and all that I've seen myself lose is 6 pounds, a month ago, it's not great. But that's my body for you. It doesn't give this battle up easily.

The interesting thing is we have a digital scale in the bathroom... it will sometimes show a change of +/- 2 pounds depending on when you stand on it and how you balance yourself. So I don't know what my real weight is anymore.

The Wii Fit claimed I lost 4 pounds yesterday (!?). Perhaps this is due to my doing it right after work... the heavier lunch I had, the more I weigh upon arriving home, I guess. But I ate a sandwich and a fruit smoothie, I don't think that's much more than some sushi.

Oy, whatever. I may look into buying an old-fashioned scale that has the fun ring of numbers that just keep going upupup. Those are at least pretty stable, even if my body weight isn't.

But I feel good! I think. I'm sore, of course, because I haven't worked out this much in... a very long time. And yes, 15-20 minutes a day for a few days counts as "a lot" to someone who sleeps, works, plays on the computer, and sleeps. :)

It's for a good cause, though, so I solder on. Soldier. I don't plan to solder anything... yet.

Is not something I do lightly.

I can say this, because I weigh 244 pounds. I lost about 10 pounds in June, and haven't seen a pound fall off since then, despite eating wiser and less than I have in a few years. Blame it on genes, blame it on a sedentary lifestyle, blame it on a few "treats" I let myself have, whatever. I'm ready to take this to the next level.

This is half inspired by Linz and half inspired by the Rock Hard Challenge I've entered myself into at my church, but both of those halves come to the whole point of: I need to get myself healthier.

Perhaps not for my health as of this moment, but for my future. I'm engaged now, see, and I have a life ahead of me. A wedding dress to fit into, pictures to pose for, children to bear and run after, and I want to be able to feel proud of myself in every situation, even if it's just going to the store at 2 in the morning because little Timmy (not any child of mine's real name) has a sick tummy.

So here we go.

It starts now.

I've got myself a Wii Fit, a kitchen full of low-carb, low-calorie, low-fat foods, and a fiance full of support who has no demands on me other than I be happy. This shouldn't be so bad, right?

And besides, I miss writing. If I have to get myself to write to keep myself accountable, darn.

This is starting off slow, because I am a lazy, lazy woman who cannot manage much exercise. But I intend to do it regularly and work my way up. Because my little Wii Fit machine misses me when I'm gone.

• Weight This Morning: 244
• Minutes Exercised: 17
• Foods Eaten That I Should Not Have: Ranch dressing on a salad this afternoon.