...on the last 6 pounds.
A few weeks ago I posted about having 7 pounds to lose until I reach my goal weight. Well, it's been a few weeks and I've only lost 1 more pound. Unacceptable, I say.
I'm swearing off carbs as much as possible for the next few weeks. The only kink in the plan is Tokyo. Can I get away with not eating rice or noodles over the 10 days we're there? Unlikely.
So what to do? What will my war plan be? What's the secret weapon?
Running.
I'm going to run every day while we're in Japan. At least 4 miles. I'll need to get a long run in there, too of at least 10 miles. I'll get up early and run, even if I have to run around dodging people on the sidewalks and on the streets, I'll run. I'll get to know the back streets. (And seeing the Tokyo streets mapped out on my Garmin is going to be so cool.) If I have to run on the boring ass treadmill, I'll do that, too. And I fuckin hate treadmills.
The war can not be won by running alone so I'm going to implement a simultaneous food offensive. I'll limit my portions, especially on the carb and protein front and eat a lot of fruits and veggies. No dessert. Very little sake drinking. Absolutely no beer. Lots of tea. And no fried foods.
I can do this. I just need to put the work in. I've taken it easy the last couple of weeks. I've had cake and cookies. I ate that biscuit at Amy Ruth's. I've had a lot of barbecue. I was just coasting. That was exactly the wrong thing to do. I was hoping to go into this trip with all the extra weight gone. I still have work to do.
I'm calling you out, 6 pounds. Get ready to get your ass kicked.