Day 1: Hard

So last night I walk out of my two hour introductory class with a big box and a big bag full of "the new food" so overwhelmed that I thought I was going to either cry or vomit - I was in such an information overload asking myself "Am I really ready for this?" So after I made a quick call to my mom saying I was on my way home, I called both Natalee and Kory and Sara for reassurance. I knew Natalee would give it to me straight and that Kory and Sara would let me cry if need be then give it to me. Being the great brother that he is, Kory stopped me at one point mid-sentance and said "Oh stop being dramatic, you're not going to starve or anything. You're going to be fine. Stop complaining." He knows me well.

So part of this eating plan to start you out, you are suppose to have three shakes and two entrees a day. Unless you're lactose intolerant then you get a different shake mix that's lower in calories so you must drink five a day instead of three. So y'all know that gnarly chalky, gritty drink the doctor gives you to drink before a procedure? Yeah it tastes like that. Try drinking a big serving of that five times a day. Awesome. The entrees aren't bad, but they're like the size of my pinky finger. I guess these are some of the things you must do to see results. They also ask you to burn at least 2000 calories a week. Today I swam laps for an hour in the pool and 30 minutes on the bike at the rec center. That's about 760 calories. Great start.

I don't think I realized how much of a shock to the system this was going to be - especially emotionally.  Today was hard emotionally. I already miss the comforts like my morning coffee with sugar and pumpkin spice creamer. Last night as a sort of "last meal" we ordered pizza from one of our favorite places, YNot, with my favorite toppings: pepperoni and pineapple. Tonight my mom and grandma were eating the last few left over pieces of pizza and I so wanted just the tiniest of pieces. Sigh.

There were some other things that happened that just made the day hard. I definitely had a case of the Mondays. It was definitely an "Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day" kind of day. I'm sitting here on my bed, grumpy, watching the fourth season of 'Til Death on Netflix while typing this. All I want to do is go to bed and start again tomorrow, but I'm up for two reasons: 1. Even after brushing my teeth twice I can taste nasty shake in my mouth and B. I promised I would add a picture from Day 1.

This picture is not the best and I had just spilled water on my shirt and I was not in the mood for a picture. I just want to be consistent and follow through on my word. So here's my Day 1 shot:

If you can't read that it says "9.21.12. Day 1. Weight: 190lbs." So here we are. Keep those prayers coming sweet family and friends. Love you all.

All in.