(pictured left: Heartless Tramp!)
I knew that little headline would get you to read. I have no idea how to lose 10 pounds in 5 days. Well, you could cut your head off, but it would be messy, people would miss you, and you would not be around to enjoy the new you.

I am doing something new, though. I am employing the zany practice of setting small, attainable goals. It really looks even loonier in print than it sounds in my head. Of course, I did not come up with the concept. Weight loss and fitness experts, pretty much across the board, make this suggestion regularly. It just does not sound appealing to me.

Who wants to lose 5 pounds in five weeks? That is not nearly as sexy as the “transform Your Body in 8 Weeks” or “Lose 10 Lbs. In 4 weeks”, magazine-selling weight loss miracle plans.

I have to admit, I have lost 10 pounds in a week before. I did it twice, actually. The first time, it was under the guidance of Dr. Atkins. Well, I never actually talked to him, but I read his book. I went carb-less. Hey, the weight came off so fast, I was thrilled. I am not certain what flung me off the rails with that experiment.

I have more vivid memories of my second attempt at going super low-carb. South Beach was great. The pounds came off. The food was better than on Atkins, and I was doing great. In fact, I did great for a solid 6 months. Then, along came lava cake.

So, I had a piece of lava cake and, much to my delight, I woke up the next day and my weight had not gone up. In fact, my “are you expecting?” belly did not return. I felt confident. I decided I would have lava cake once a week. That also went well. Suddenly, lava cake became a daily diet staple.

The weight came back on. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking, “I got this. I will just go back on South Beach and the pounds will drop.” They did, but not like the last time. Here is the thing: when you lose 10 pounds the first week and two pounds a week the next couple of weeks, it is easy to live with a steady diet of eggs, string cheese and sugar-free pudding.

When stuff starts getting “real” and you are losing a pound a week, on a good week, it is a different story. That voice in my head that says, “that whole healthy BMI crap is a government conspiracy” or “fat is the new thin” starts to win out. I start to get defeated, and find myself in the middle of a tug of war between the part of me that knows it is not okay to put my health at risk with my weight, and part that knows that pan of brownies isn’t going to eat itself.

So, here I am, with a short, attainable goal. I am going to lose 5 pounds by my 45th birthday, February 4 (yes, this year, smart ass). I have just under four weeks.

So far, so good. I have been to the gym, following my cardio and weight training schedule faithfully all week. Yeah, I know it is only Wednesday. I am ignoring the voice that asks each morning at 6 am, “are you really going to sacrifice time with your dogs for gym time? Your dogs love you no matter what you weigh. Those gym people just want your money.”

I am also logging my food faithfully and honestly. The honestly part is the toughie. I have a tendency to rationalize leaving some items off of it. “Hey, you only ate 3/4 or that piece of cheesecake not the whole thing. You don’t need to put that down. AND, you vacuumed yesterday, you probably burned that tiny bite off.” The “portion” always seems to get smaller when I go to log something, too.

So far, I am down 3 pounds. I may exceed my goal when this four weeks is up. If I do, great. It may be the first time in my life I manage to over achieve.

I think, if I keep setting healthy goals, the occasional one-night-stand with lava cake or the like will be just that. I will not let it throw me off the rails because it might interfere with my goal. I will not marry lava cake, I will use it, and toss it to the side like the cheap… cake it is.

Till next time.

Ps for those of you who follow: if I do have some cheap tryst, it will still be gluten-free. I know I have to keep that up. My joints and my intestines insist on it.