When I got pregnant with Emily, I was already "X" pounds over weight. Then I gained an additional "X" pounds after she was born. Then I gained some more. Then I gained some more. Now I weight "X."
X = An embarrassing number that I will keep to myself, thank you very much.
In the past three years, I have tried at least 10 different diets. Weight Watchers, Liver Cleanse, Low Sugar, Low Fat, Slim Fast, Biggest Loser, etc. Several times I tried to just count calories and exercise regularly. I've tried doing it completely on my own and I've tried announcing it on Facebook (hoping that the pressure would motivate me.) Every time I started something, I would lose a few pounds and stay motivated for 1-2 weeks. Then I would settle back into my comfortable life of never moving and eating nothing but junk.
And I'm getting really tired of it.
For a long time I was so stressed out, I tried really hard to just accept the fact that this is what I weigh now. This is how I look. This is "me." And for a while, I was perfectly fine with that. But after some time, I realized a startling truth. If I'm not constantly trying new diets, I gain weight faster that I ever thought possible. So this "me" that I know now would soon become someone that the "future-even-fatter-me" wishes I could be again. And THAT is a very sobering thought.
So I'm back to trying to lose weight. At this point, I would be happy with any weight loss at all. But my main goal remains to prevent myself from putting on even one more pound.
I have a new plan, too. My 30th birthday is coming up in May. I want to do something fun to celebrate said birthday, whether its going on a vacation or doing something fun with my sisters. Not sure yet. But something. And because it will be a fun event, I want to take pictures to remember it. But since I refuse to be in any pictures/videos at this weight, I have renewed motivation to change the way I look and feel.
So I want to watch what I eat. Maybe do Weight Watchers or Slim Fast or a combination of several ideas. But my main goal is to do some form of exercise EVERY SINGLE DAY before my birthday. (And I made the chart pictured above to help track my accomplishments.) Doesn't matter if its a five minute walk around the block. Something that gets me off my butt. Something that will shed even a few small pounds. Something that will help me look more my age, so that when I turn 30, people actually think I'm 30. Instead of 40, which is what I am continually mistaken to be. (Nothing against you 40-year-olds. I just want to look my own age for once!)
So wish me luck! I need continued motivation. So if I fail this after one week, hopefully I can at least make a new goal. Here's to the last few months of my twenties!




