December is typically a rough month for me. One of the best things that I can do during this time is to immerse myself in a myriad of distractions. One of the distractions I have decided to busy myself with is a weight loss challenge.

Because it is going to be December 2013, I have decided to see if I can lose 13lbs in a month. This is a pretty big number, but a few of those pounds are going to be water and other things I’m hanging onto. When I first start my weight loss challenge, I’m expecting to lose a few pounds very quickly, but I don’t want that inevitable loss to count toward my actual “effort.”

I’m formulating a plan, something that I need to fine tune over the next couple of days, but what I do know is this:

  • I’m going to cut my calorie intake down to ~1300 calories per day.
  • I’m going to have as much of this as possible be liquid calories of the nutritive variety, which means Atkins shakes and fruit/vegetable juices.
  • I am going to ride my exercise bike every day.
  • I am going to do a yoga practice every day, though the extent of the practice will vary depending on pain level.

Tomorrow I really want to do some “before” shots as well as to weigh and measure myself. I think being able to look at a “Before” page with at least one photo and a bunch of pertinent information is a great way to motivate myself going forward.

I am not hell bent on losing a bunch of weight, especially not in an unhealthy or unnatural manner. What I do know, however, is that I have gained some weight since my diabetes diagnosis, and that’s really not good for me. At the very least, I want to lose the weight I gained since my diagnosis, because I know I was doing well then. I weighed 195 and I was doing well, until July 2012, which is when the gaining started. I was on so many different meds, I feel like things became really messed up. Lately I have been weighing more like 225, and I am not happy.

I have a picture of what I looked like at 370lbs, and I never want to be there again. I was so unhealthy. I was dying. I was so sick I gave myself diabetes and fibromyalgia. I was so sick, I am still struggling with complications two years after my diagnosis, seven years after the diabetes developed in the first place. It took only five years to destroy my body beyond repair. I do not want to spend another day getting worse. I only want to heal from this day forward. I only want to improve.