Countdown to Dress Fitting: 27 Days
I am ridiculous. I got up early this morning and made a big old chart with some tables at the bottom so that I may gleefully track my fitness progress on my road to the dress fitting. I’m a little less than four weeks away, so I need to be super vigilant about eating clean (isn’t that the new buzzword kids are using these days?) and getting in some super tough workouts every day of the week. Except for one day, during which I let myself recover from the pounding.
I would also like to work in some kind of planned “cheat meal” per week, but maybe that will be just whenever we go out. Since we’re old now. And we never go out. Which is actually kind of fine with me, because we bought the world’s supply of meat on our last grocery shopping trip, so we’ve been cooking fairly often.
Anyway. So the charts. The whole thing-uh-muh-bobber fits on one piece of paper. The big graph is color-coded in pink and green – pink for weight, and green for bodyfat. Right now, they are both moving in the right direction (downwards) so I’m a bit giddy about that. Although my butt hurts. On account of the soreness. From working my glutes silly. Just silly, I tell ya.
And then I have three tables below the graph so that I can chart my measurements (arms, chest, waist, hips, blah blah blah) every week.
Steve is so supremely disturbed by this behavior. He told me I have OCD in two areas. One being this whole charting business. I can’t argue there. The other is with the working out, and spending time thinking about what I’m going to do in my workout, and then working out, and then thinking about the workout afterwards.
Last night, as I was going to sleep, all I could think about is work. It’s my life right now, since the channel is launching on June 4th and so there’s much to be done. I was done thinking about work though, as I was drifting off to sleep, and so I strove to find something else to think about.
I won’t lie. Fond memories of my work out helped me fall asleep.
But soon. Soon I will be able to do pull-ups. And then I’ll feel badass.
And then the channel will launch. And hopefully pull-ups won’t be the greatest thing to happen to me.

Reader Comments (8)
You will be cheating after I pick your skinny butt up at LAX and force feed you sushi and saki! Get ready to fall off the "clean eating" wagon for an hour! Can't wait!
woo hoo! Maybe I'll bring the chart, so you can feel disturbed by the crazy.
Have we seen a picture of your dress yet? Hmmm??
Nope! I will post photos after the wedding, I think. But for now ... in case Future Hubby ever stopped by, don't want to spoil it for him. ;-)
I wondered about whether to write this, because it might come across like I am assuming things. But, I once had an eating disorder, and these kinds of things are what I did (intensely monitoring my weight/fat). Please don't be too hard on yourself; your body seems to be doing pretty awesome to be getting you through all of those hard work days!!
Um remember you're talking to the girl who has this as her signature line on her work email:
"The way to avoid going crazy is to be crazy for short periods every day."
Bring the chart, we can point and laugh at it as we eat and drink!
I love your OCD-ness! I am equally obsessed with "When can I run?", "How long did I run?", "When can I run again?", "Can I run outside?", "What should I wear to run tomorrow?"
It's a sickness, really.
I'm with Steve on this. That kind of chart sounds a tad OCD. Also, if I made such a chart I would totally cry every time I looked at it.