Holy cow! How did this happen?!
I think I realized that turning 50 was a real possibility some time earlier this year. And I started thinking that if I was going to be 50, and it looked like I was, shouldn't I FINALLY make some changes? Yeah, so I thought about this--but didn't really make any changes. It was just a nebulous idea floating around out there.
Then I saw a picture of myself on facebook (that shall forever remain untagged) and interestingly enough, I was motivated! Oh alright, here it is. Can you guess which one is me? I bet you can:) See me? That girl in the peach colored shirt? Ugh.
Lose weight. Good goal. Now what?
Well, first you probably have to get on the scale. OMG! I so did not want to know this number. I've been on scales before--sometimes with good results--others, not so much. This time wasn't going to be good. I psyched myself up and SHIT! I am OBESE! Obese. Ooooobeeeeeese. What a seriously ugly word. O. Bese. Who made up this word? Seriously?
Obese - defined
o·bese/ōˈbēs/Adjective: Grossly fat or overweight.
Synonyms: fat - corpulent - stout - plump - pursy - gross - portly
Wow. Look at the definition. Not good.
So I was going to post my weight and journey towards my goal. But now I'm nervous. You just saw that nasty, nasty, definition and then my number? What will people think? So I know that people know that I'm overweight when they look at me. But they don't KNOW like how much--right? Or DO they? Do you??
So my lovely picture was taken on May 11, 2012. And on May 12, 2012 I started working towards my goal. For the umpteenth time. I weighed 263.3 on the morning of May 12, 2012.
My motivation is high. God knows why I didn't figure this out when my dad died of complications from diabetes. I mean, I'd "figure it out" and then unfigure it out and then re-figure it out. Whatever. But my mom has had some health issues lately and that has pushed me harder than watching my dad lose a leg and then his life. Seriously. I think I'm nuts. But I'm here now and here I'm staying.
So today my diet is pretty good. Not perfect. I strive for perfection but can't always get there. And I've added in exercise. Woohoo! Joined the fitness center at work. I get at least 30 minutes of cardio in most days. And try to climb at least 10 flights of stairs everday.
My number is lower. Yesterday--I weigh Saturdays--and Sundays, Mondays, Tues, oh you get the idea. But anyway, yesterday I was down to 246.8. Approximately 17 pounds down and LOTS more to go.
And we're going.
