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Day Minus 1

I have giving myself 243 days to get fit, lose the weight and change my lifestyle.

Today is the day before.

I wrote a 7 page manifesto, mostly as a therapeutic writing exercise, but also to document my head space before everything changes. I am not going to share the entire thing, it's could be offensive, it might be sad, it's a little funny, but it's not for sharing. What came from it, was the below list -- my goals for this challenge, the event, this shift. I thought they were worth sharing.


So. The rules. The Values.
Long pause.
  1. Be a twisted version of the idols you want to emulate.
  2. Find a way to track your journey and make it relatable.
  3. Get famous with your funny views on things.
  4. Don’t be mean (even though mean can be pretty funny).
  5. Give up screen time, there is no value in playing that game, cruising Facebook and being caught up on Netflix, there is a life to live and no one ever idolized the fat girl playing on the iPad every night.
  6. Walk.
  7. Eat Consciously. Be in the moment and enjoy food again.
  8. Snuggle with the boys a little longer. Why do I rush to get them to bed to sit in my own bed playing games on my phone? That is the worst. I feel gross just saying it out loud.
  9. Find a reward that isn’t food.
  10. Find a reward that isn’t money.
  11. Find a reward that isn’t for everyone else.
  12. Bake, real whole food.
  13. Write everyday.
  14. Drink Wine, not in the let’s get drunk world, but in the let’s appreciate the craft.
  15. Clean, but be OK with mess.
  16. Sit up Straight.
  17. Create.
  18. Go outside.
  19. Meditate, find the time everyday to reflect on myself.
  20. Be Patient with results – and with myself.

Tomorrow is another day one in my adventure. Tomorrow I meet the professionals that are going to make sense of everything. Tomorrow I meet my team of Melanie experts.

Until tomorrow.

Melp xx

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