I’m a pretty undisciplined girl. My life is pretty put together, but it could be so much better, if I just put in the effort. 

So, here’s to trying.

After my rather painful strapping (I had no idea that strap could actually hurt!) and a fun little birthday paddling, the Thorough One and I spent a good deal of time just talking. (Note to my other spankers who happen to read here: I’m much too shy to actually bring it up in one on one conversations, but a little aftercare goes along way. I’m just sayin.)

One of the things we spent some time talking about was nutrition. Now, I have a reasonably healthy body image. I’m not going to be winning any hotness awards, and I do have insecurities, but for the most part, I don’t let my weight inform my sexual decisions. 

I don’t look it, but I’m 5′8 and 200 lbs. That puts me at Grade 2 Obesity. I could have been knocked over with a feather when I discovered this. Grade 3 is morbidly obese. God in Heaven, this is not okay. I’ve been wanting to get healthy, but I’ve had no motivation. 

Now, I have my motivation. It’s a bit ridiculous that I’ve let my self fall this far, and it stops now. 

I joined SparkPeople, at the suggestion of a friend, and it’s a pretty nifty little site. I’ve been tracking my workouts (which currently consist of walking about 3 miles in an hour) and my food intake, and it tells me how many calories I’ve burned and consumed.

Right now the struggle is eating enough, as counterintuitive as it sounds. The problem is I used to eat a ton of junk and not much else. So, now, with the junk gone, I’m not left with much. I only managed to consume 73o calories yesterday, which is not healthy, but I genuinely thought I had consumed more.

Today, I did much better. I managed to consume 1204, which is pretty much bare minimum. SparkPeople puts my low side of the threshold at 1600. Clearly, there is work to be done.

And luckily, I have the Disciplinarian to help give me a little outside motivation. I’ve been very clear with him that I really do need a firm hand. I need to have a healthy fear of punishment, and as it stands, I really don’t. 

I’ve been promised that I soon will. Here’s to hoping.