I just realized that I have 45 followers.
Not big commenters I guess because the same few people comment every time.
I love comments, I do.
So, if you want to make me smile, comment.
I am still doing well on my healthy eating.
It is a one day at a time thing.
I have to seriously think before I eat something and then force myself to walk every day.
I was a skinny kid.
I have photos to prove it.
And I was in good shape when I got pregnant the first time, swam and biked and ran and walked the entire pregnancy, gained 65 pounds (I had gestational diabetes so I lost some when I realized that I had it and had to measure and weigh everything I ate and check my blood 4 times a day)and lost every single pound in no time.
I was also in good shape when I got pregnant the second time, walked every day, ate well, and gained 65 pounds again.
I had a terrible time losing any weight that time because my stomach muscles would hurt every time I walked.
Nick only slept in one hour spurts and screamed the other 23. He projectile vomited constantly and Ash was a 4 1/2 year old Tasmanian Devil who didn't nap and didn't adjust well to be dethroned as the Prince of the World.
I have joined a gym, walked, cut out carbs, sugar and fat, starved myself (it works but man I was a cranky hungry girl)and did yoga and pilates (love pilates)
I kept that weight for years and then slowly lost it until I was sort of happy with my weight.
Over the years I have gained some each year and just bought bigger clothes and since Mr. Funny loves me no matter what, I convinced myself that they were making clothes smaller and that I didn't look that bad.
Every time I see a full body photo of myself, I cringe and crop it.
I wanted to get a really great pair of designer jeans last fall and when I tried on the largest size, well, they didn't go very high up.
Recently I went on a day trip with my husband and kids and when I saw the picture of me, I couldn't believe it was me.
Mr. Funny told me that is how I look. (not being mean, just honest)
At that moment. I decided that by the time I am 40, (in December) I will look better, feel better and eat healthier.
I have done well but it sucks.
I skip meals, I eat big portions and I eat when I am bored. I love all the things that skinny people do not allow themselves to eat.
I am going to win this and I will not join any gyms, or weight watcher groups.
I will walk, drink water, cut out the bad stuff, sleep more and eventually maybe become a runner. (I used to run and play tennis in high school)
I will use the expensive weight bench in the basement.
I will dig up my pilates dvd's and use them again.
This is my life and I am not making it any better by doing this to myself.
I will win in the end.
And I will get some awesome jeans as a gift for myself.