It’s no secret, I’ve had a serious weight problem for the vast majority of my life. I’ve never been a “little” over-weight. I’ve always been the fat friend.
Genetically, I lost that lottery. It is what it is. And I’ll probably never have a bikini body. I doubt I’d ever be comfortable showing that much skin anyway (I’m a bit conservative). But I want to be able to shop in a normal store. THAT is my ultimate goal.
I was doing great and then life happened and I’ve gained back about 15 pounds since October. Yeah, I wasn’t happy when I saw that on the scale. But I can see it in the bloat in my face and my hands.
So I’m back at it. I work out 4 or 5 days a week (at least 2 of them with a good amount of weight training). I’m tracking everything I eat in myfitnesspal.
I have a goal to be 62 pounds lighter (there’s a reason for that number) by the time we go on our cruise in late November. I honestly don’t expect to make that. And maybe that’s me shooting myself in my foot, but I spent 6 months stuck at one weight. Ugh! It may not happen in the time span I have set for myself. It may not happen in a year. But it’s going to happen.
I want the girls to know how to eat properly. How to take care of themselves. How to not end up hating their bodies.
I hate change. I definitely crave all of the “bad” things for me (French fries! Chocolate! Chips!) and I know it will take a time to get those cravings to go away. I know I need to try new things, but that’s hard. For instance, I see people using vegetables and things like spaghetti squash in place of noodles, but I’m worried that I’m going to hate it. Change. Yuck. You can call my Sheldon in this instance (kudos if you know my favorite show).
It’s not a diet. That’s what I keep telling myself. For this to work, this is a family lifestyle change.
Check back periodically and help me make this change. Heaven knows I need all the help I can get!