Fit not Fat

That's what my motto for 2012 is going to be. I talked a bit yesterday about my resolutions, one of which is to drop 10% bodyfat by June 1. That's 5 full months. That's 2% per month. That's .5% a week. That's a lot of work. I'm sick of feeling fat though. Even if it is only gay fat/straight skinny, I'm sick of sitting down and feeling like I have a gut. I don't like that. I have wanted the bit of belly gone for a while now, but this is taking that to a whole new level. I've taken some before pictures, and I'll take a new picture on the 1st of every month to track my progress. I am assuming that I will be able to feel my progress more than see it at first, but in the end, it will all pay off. It means that my eating will be a bit restricted. Lots of protein, not a lot of fat. Not a lot of sugar and I'm not sure how I feel about unsweetened coffee...but if I'm going to make this work, I might have to get used to it. I really don't want to pull too much from my diet, as I don't feel like that is realistic. When I get to where I want to go and start eating what I like again, it's all going to come back. This has to be about a lifestyle change. This has to be about small indulgences and not huge ones. This has to be about calories in versus calories out. This is going to kick my ass...but hopefully, some of it will disappear!  =)

Fat Kid...

no matter how much I work out, no matter how much I watch what I eat, no matter how much my body changes - I think there will always be an inner fat kid inside me all the time telling me I am fat or I look fat. 

I know that I have made some really big strides lately - the sizes on the jeans keep going down.  I know that there are muscles where there weren't before (well - they are bigger than they were before).  I know why I'm doing this.  For me - not for anyone else. I would like to put something on though and look in the mirror and not hear my inner fat kid tell me I look fat. Sometimes, I think that little voice will always be there, and that isn't necessarily a bad thing...pushing me to keep working, to not slip into old ways, to keep the sizes on the jeans from going up again. 

other times, I'd like the wring the neck of the inner fat kid and tell him to shut up - I've come a long way since the husky jeans of my youth!