Kicking My Own Booty - Day One

I was watching an episode of Gilmore Girls awhile back, and it struck me as strangely familiar. In it, Lorelai is having a conversation with Luke, who is instructing her why eating healthy is important. The conversation went like this (I tried to find the clip on YouTube, to no avail):

Luke: How's the cold coming?
Lorelai: It's fine.
Luke: Any better?
Lorelai: It's fine.
Luke: Because it's the third day in a row you've ordered soup for breakfast.
Lorelai: Oh! Thanks for the tally.
Luke: You know what helps get rid of a cold?
Lorelai: Endless vague questioning first thing in the morning?
Luke: A healthy immune system.
Lorelai: My second guess!
Luke: You know how you get a healthy immune system?
Lorelai: Remember when you hated me? That was fun, wasn't it?
Luke: Is it eating nothing but crap all day and blowing out your braincells with coffee?
Rory: No.
Luke: That's right. No.
Lorelai: Why are you helping him?
Rory: No seemed like the right answer.
Luke: If you eat a vegetable now and then, maybe some high fiber cereal in the morning...
Lorelai: Luke, my soup is getting cold.
Luke: At least eat the carrots in the soup this time, not just the noodles?
Lorelai: I promise. (to Rory) Here, eat my carrots.

I was pretty sure as I watching it that I have had a similar conversation on many occasions, which each went in one ear and (you know the drill) out. the. other.

Today is the big day that I began my quest to eat healthier. My friend, Devin, was kind enough to put together some instructions on how to begin this battle of the bulge. The groceries have been bought, the junk has been purged, and my husband is on board with me as a partner in tackling weight loss.

(One final supper of indulgent goodness last night)

And I have to say, for a first day it was not so bad! I went to the zoo with my best friend, Chanelle, and her 3 kids; I remembered my little snacks; I've been drinking my water; I went on a walk with Finn this afternoon. I am feeling perty good! Tonight for dinner, my uber talented husband put together an absolutely delicious meal of salmon, rice and broccoli. Yes, I, who as a 23 year old had to ask my friends  how to eat broccoli, ate broccoli for dinner. I wish I would have taken a picture of that meal as well, but it smelled too amazing to waste time snapping a photo.

This is progress!

Who knows - if I keep it up, I may end up being in better shape by my 30th birthday in January than I was for my 18th birthday. Take that world!

And then, to celebrate, you can buy me a gigantic, fudge-filled ice cream cake! :)