T minus one to blast-off

I'm trying not to make too big of a deal of this new food lifestyle thing. I want to kind of sneak up on it and just let it happen. If I make a big deal of it, I think I'm setting myself up for a huge let-down if I fall off the sugar wagon or something, so maybe calling tomorrow "blast-off" is not the best thing. But it feels like it will be as life-changing as a trip to outer space, so it's appropriate. Hopefully it will also end up being as much of an adventure.

I've got All-Bran in the pantry. Splenda (which I once swore I'd never use) on the shelf below it. Went to Walmart last night and cleaned out the produce department (just a few celery leaves and onion skins on the floor now). Got a bowl of fruit on the table. Last night the husband and I cleaned out the fridge and pantry, trashing anything that could tempt me.

I've also made an arrangement with a friend (actually at her initiative) in which she will will bring her daughter (my daughter's best friend) to my house twice a week while she goes to Curves to work out for half an hour; then she will come back to my house and watch my kids while I go to Curves to work out. That will be Tuesday and Thursday; hopefully I can find time on the weekend to get in a third work-out. I've never been one to love exercise, so having the time expressly set aside (along with free childcare to boot, woohoo!) will be a big motivator.

I'm now at 141 pounds, which is actually a few pounds less than the last time I checked, probably due to me already starting this week to think of sugar as the enemy. Per Greenthumb's advice, I won't weigh myself again for another week, so the pounds lost will be that much more spectacular (also because I know I tend to obsess if I weigh myself every day).