I was supposed to post this yesterday, but
subconsciously forgot to hit ‘publish’ so here it is… the first of many.
Don’t get me wrong. I weigh myself every week. But I’ve always kept that
big number a secret. I don’t even think my mom knows how much I weigh, much less my husband.
What’s the big deal? It’s just a number, right? It doesn’t define me. I’m going to start posting my weigh-ins here every Wednesday to make myself accountable. I’m tired of seeing the same number week after week. I want to see it go down! How I’d love to be in “one-derland” sometime soon!
first ‘official’ weigh-in
8/3/2011 – 215 lbs
Size 14-16, or XL
- My highest weight? 235 in the summer of 2009. A size 18-20. This also happened to be my highest pregnancy weight back in 2007.
- Lowest weight? I’ve always been a big girl. I was in the 180’s in my early 20’s, before getting pregnant with Maya. A comfortable size 12 or so, If I remember correctly.
- Goal weight? My short term goal is 185. That would put me at around what I used to be BC (before children). I’d ultimately love to get to the 150’s, though.
Why now? I saw the photos that were taken of me ziplining in Mexico last week… and I’m pretty much disgusted by what I look like. I’ll share a few of them, but the majority will be filed away in my ‘Fat’ folder, which someday I’ll proudly show off as my ‘Before’ photos. 😉
Two years ago – August 2009 – I managed to drop 20 pounds in a month and have kept it off. Since then? Nothing. I keep bouncing the same 3-5 pounds around, but the scale hasn’t gone below 207 since before my oldest daughter was born.
The plan? Counting calories. I’ve started logging every single thing I eat. I always thought it would be a pain, and that it would make me think that much more about food, but it isn’t… and it doesn’t. 1400-1600 calories a day isn’t so bad! I have the SparkPeople app on my cell and on my iPad (both almost always within reach), so I can plug in what I eat almost immediately.
Exercise? I wish it wasn’t so darn hot outside! I started the Couch to 5K program, so that’s a good 30 minutes of walking/running three times a week. I also do Just Dance or Dance Central or some other exergaming whenever I can fit it in.
Working out isn’t the problem. It’s the eating. I love food. Especially sweets. While my husband can eat half a cookie and be satisfied, I can eat 6 and still want more. I just don’t get it. There’s nothing inside me that tells me to stop. I wrote about my carb addiction in a post almost two years ago, and here I am, still dealing with the same issue.
I’ve been good this week. When I want to eat, I know it’s not necessarily because I’m hungry. To distract myself, I’ll go outside to walk the dog, or sit down and read another chapter of a book (currently, The Help). I’m trying to make better choices, like reaching for a Crystal Light popsicle when I give my kids ice cream. So far, I’m right on track!