F for Fitaly
F for Friday
F for Finding Fit Food + Fitness
F for Feeling Fabulous
F for F*ck this Flipping Fat Frumpiness
See what I did there?
Ok, so I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I am in somewhat of a war with the Italian food culture that I love so much. We have an abusive relationship, and I seek to correct it.
(think less of this…
…and more of this):
I’ve already issued (count ’em) ONE weekly challenge… that no one joined me on.
Fine. (F for Fine).
I will try not to pout.
But I’M SERIOUS THIS TIME. Come on, guys! Let’s do this. I think maybe one reason no one has joined my challenge…
… is perhaps that there isn’t enough structure in the objectives or goals. ?? Perhaps? I’m going to chose to believe that this is the reason. Not that no one wants to get fit with me.
Therefore, I humbly introduce to you:
My goal (a lofty one, I’ll concede) is to shed one kilo a week from now until April, for a total of 25 kilos.
“Holy crap, M, that’s a lot” you’re thinking. Believe me, I have it to spare. I think 1 kilo a week is definitely challenging, but not unhealthy or extreme.
Instead of further embarrassing myself by telling you my exact weight, let’s just say I weigh X.
No. Wait. Let’s say I weigh F. (F for F*ck this is embarrassing.)
And from now on, I challenge myself to check in with you – the readers of the world wide web – in an extremely revealing and probably regretful weekly post, where I will announce my weekly weight. Hopefully it will be in the form something like: F – 1 or F – 2 as opposed to F + 16.
In exchange for you having to put up with my weekly sob stories about pasta purges…
I pledge to use my time on my DIY scrivilett’, solely for entertaining you dear readers with the ludicrous stories of my life here in Italy. Deal?