Pants. On fire.
As I've said in previous posts, one thing that terrifies me about this whole journey is the fact that so many people who lose weight go on to gain all of it back and then some.
I've already fallen victim to that trap twice before. I just want this to be the last time I ever do this. This blogger is NOT going to be a lifelong yo-yo dieter.
I have already actively started taking steps to make sure that this is a permanent change. First, I have completely reversed my attitude about exercise. I used to be a grade-A couch potato. Now, exercise is simply non-negotiable. It must be done. Forever. I truly believe that while weight is primarily lost through diet, it is primarily kept off through exercise. In fact, as long as I continue to work out about 1 hour per day, when I reach "maintenance mode" the number of calories I'll be allotted each day is about the same as what I would eat when I wasn't dieting at all. I am hoping this will make a large difference in keeping the weight off.
Second, I am allowing myself to be more flexible with "cheat" meals. If this is truly a lifestyle change, there simply have to be occasional meals where pizza, pasta, and cheesiness are on the table.
Finally, in a financial and emotional commitment to keeping the weight off, I am getting rid of any clothes that I outgrow. It will be far more difficult to slip back into my plus-size gear if I have to go out and buy new things.
So with maintenance and a lifelong change in mind, I proceeded to do what anyone else in my situation would do on a beautiful fall night: burn the crap out of some fat pants.
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| I began with the size 14s. |
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| And followed up with the size 12s. |
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| I made the size 10s that I was wearing watch the carnage. |
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| And it WAS a carnage. Denim is quite flammable. |
