The first day that I decided to make this change was a complete disaster. Although I did pretty good with my calorie intake, I felt like I was starving all day long and it was making me really moody. The second day was a lot better but at the end of the night, Justice and I decided to get drunk so those 6 shots of rum really screwed me over but I'm still taking in less calories than I had been before this so it's still progress. It was just a tiny celebration of our decision to make a change for the better. I had fun.
Although today I woke up with a headache and wanted to skip breakfast, I didn't. I ate and I dealt with my headache enough to take our daily walk. I took a nap when Carter did hoping that my headache would be gone and thank God, it was. Plus it was a little extra boost of energy for cleaning out Carter's closet and his bedroom. I worked in there for about an hour and a half and according to SparkPeople (a new website I joined that's much better than CalorieCount), that's 540 calories burned and I'm aiming for 700 per week! I'm feeling really good. I didn't get hungry today. I actually felt full longer than usual. I think my body is finally responding positively. It just took two days but it's sure worth it.
I've quit drinking soda which was my biggest issue and I'm drinking more water than I think I've ever drank in my life. I'm feeling really good about this.
Check out my SparkPeople page to see my food logs, goals, progress, and more! If you decide to join, be sure to tell the site that you were referred by empressive!
http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage.asp?id=EMPRESSIVE
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Time to Lose
So, Justice and I have decided that we are going to Florida in May. I'm definitely excited but at the same time, I'm in a pretty sensitive state of mind right now. I've gained a lot of weight in the past few months and I knew this, but I had no idea how bad it truly was...until the scale was brought out this afternoon. As much as it is going to kill me to announce my weight to the world, I have to do it because I need to make a change.
Here I go...announcing to all of my friends, family, and the entire world...I weigh 208.8 pounds at 5'8". There. I said it. I admit it. I'm fat.
I'm embarrassed. I'm pissed off. But ultimately, I'm very disappointed in myself. In 2005, I knew I was overweight and I decided that I needed to make a change in my life when the scale topped 200 pounds. I did it. I lost 40 pounds by 2006. I went from a size 15 jeans to a size 11. I was happy with (almost) everything I wore (although I wasn't 100% confident, I knew I looked good). I weighed in at 158 at 5 foot 8 inches. I felt great.
I found out I was pregnant in late November of 2006 and from that point on, my weight went up (obviously) and by my eighth month (which is when Carter was born), I weighed in at 202. After I gave birth, I dropped back down to about 190, then lost about another ten pounds later, weighing in at about 180-ish. Apparently motherhood hasn't had me moving around as much as I thought it had. Can you believe this? I weigh more now than I did in my eighth month of pregnancy! It's a really hard kick in the face. Perhaps a wake-up call.
I was about to sit here and write a novel about how I've struggled with my weight my whole life, about how I was teased as a child, about how sensitive I am about my weight...but screw it. I'm not going to sit here and roll around in a pool of self pity anymore. There's no need in beating myself up, this will only make me less motivated. I've got to make positive changes in my life. I have to. I can't do this anymore.
I joined caloriecount.com, a website based on setting healthy goals for yourself complete with a journal, food log, activity log, calorie coach, eat meter, burn meter, forums, support groups, and so much more. (I tried to join Self.com - a great magazine by the way - to join the weight loss challenge but the site seems to be having some difficulties at the moment.)
I've got my pedometer. I've got a weight, body muscle, and water scale. I've got an amazing fiance to motivate and work with me. I've got a dog to walk and a son to chase around the house. I can do this.
Follow me through this... I'll update often with my progress.
Here I go...announcing to all of my friends, family, and the entire world...I weigh 208.8 pounds at 5'8". There. I said it. I admit it. I'm fat.
I'm embarrassed. I'm pissed off. But ultimately, I'm very disappointed in myself. In 2005, I knew I was overweight and I decided that I needed to make a change in my life when the scale topped 200 pounds. I did it. I lost 40 pounds by 2006. I went from a size 15 jeans to a size 11. I was happy with (almost) everything I wore (although I wasn't 100% confident, I knew I looked good). I weighed in at 158 at 5 foot 8 inches. I felt great.
I found out I was pregnant in late November of 2006 and from that point on, my weight went up (obviously) and by my eighth month (which is when Carter was born), I weighed in at 202. After I gave birth, I dropped back down to about 190, then lost about another ten pounds later, weighing in at about 180-ish. Apparently motherhood hasn't had me moving around as much as I thought it had. Can you believe this? I weigh more now than I did in my eighth month of pregnancy! It's a really hard kick in the face. Perhaps a wake-up call.
I was about to sit here and write a novel about how I've struggled with my weight my whole life, about how I was teased as a child, about how sensitive I am about my weight...but screw it. I'm not going to sit here and roll around in a pool of self pity anymore. There's no need in beating myself up, this will only make me less motivated. I've got to make positive changes in my life. I have to. I can't do this anymore.
I joined caloriecount.com, a website based on setting healthy goals for yourself complete with a journal, food log, activity log, calorie coach, eat meter, burn meter, forums, support groups, and so much more. (I tried to join Self.com - a great magazine by the way - to join the weight loss challenge but the site seems to be having some difficulties at the moment.)
I've got my pedometer. I've got a weight, body muscle, and water scale. I've got an amazing fiance to motivate and work with me. I've got a dog to walk and a son to chase around the house. I can do this.
Follow me through this... I'll update often with my progress.
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