When thinking’s not enough …

I tried Zumba today. I know it sounds like something you'd find between Red Bull and Rockstars at the gas station but it's actually a new class at the stupid gym.

It didn't suck. I spent most of the time trying to keep up but eventually I forgot to worry about how I looked in the mirror (all 84,000 of them) and start having fun. Fun + working out = crazy talk. But it actually kinda was. I even laughed a few times. At myself, but whatever.

I realized this week that I'm still in the "obese" category. I don't know why I put it in quotes because according to all the charts and BMI calculators, it is what it is. I just can't believe it. Still! All that thinking about working out and all that thinking about eating healthier and nothin'!

I'm going to try something different. No promises, only a commitment to try a few new habits for a month:

• keep a damn food journal

• try this virtual weight loss motivation thing – this picture here is supposedly me minus 35 pounds. What I can't figure out is while they were doing all that–uh–fixing, why not just take out the extra chin?

• less crap food. Not none, just less. I've already fallen a little off that one since Matt and I raided Sam's Easter basket last night.