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It's the eve of my 33rd birthday. I always liked being odd numbers more. Thirty-three doesn't seem scary. It's sort of how I felt about being twenty-three. Solidly in my decade, over whatever weirdness I felt about it, and ready to thrive.

This is a blog I'm keeping for my own accountability. Beyond that, I really don't have many expectations. Maybe I'll open this to friends down the road, but I'm in no rush. It's comforting that I know my own patterns by this point. I burn out hard and fast on my indevors. I'd rather take it slow this time and have something to show for myself, rather than cry wolf again.

I weigh about 220 pounds. This is a little shocking, mostly because I recently figured out the scale I had been using was acting fritzy. I thought I was a good 10 pounds lighter, which still is not great.

I am hoping to get down to 140. So, I have roughly 80 pounds to lose. My goal is to tackle this within a year.

I'm going to be doing the method that has worked best for me in the past, which is calorie counting. Yeah, I don't like it. I really grow tired of the constant tracking. But you know what two things I dislike more? Being fat, and not getting to eat something I want to eat. I've tried various elimination diets before, and I always come back to feeling deprived of that one thing I really want. So I realize I need a diet that allows for a damn slice of pizza, so long as I track it and probably eat salad the rest of the day.

I'm going to shoot for 1550 calories a day, with one or two "fasting" days. These days I'll still drink coffee.

I'm not feeling super gushy or emotional, nor do I have anything flowery to say. I'm just at a point where I want to get the thing done.