Imagine that you wake up one morning to discover that you weigh 15 pounds more than you thought you did. Pretty scary, right?Last week on the scale at the health club that happened to me. Talk about a wake up call! How is it possible that I've gained 15 pounds since last summer...when I should have lost 15 pounds since last summer?
Actually, it wasn't as bad as I first thought; it turns out that my own scale at home is off by about 12 pounds, so I'd only gained about 3 over the holidays and not the 15 I first thought. But still. Still. It was ever so motivating. (I have a perfect "before" picture from Christmas, too, but no way am I posting it! Maybe when I have an "after" photo to go with it!)
I'm going for baby steps here, because I want to be in this for the long haul. My goal is just to exercise more (more than none is easy, right?) and eat like a normal person instead of like every meal is my last and the food is trying to run away from me. Even with just baby steps (if 6 days of working out is really baby steps), I lost 3.1 pounds this week.
Most of all, I'm working on changing inside my head. Taking care of myself is not selfish or vain or frivolous or the lowest priority in the family; it's serious business. If I don't, I'll end up with a stroke and/or diabetes in another decade or two, which will be when MPD's a teenager and, God willing, my babies are starting to have their babies. No more excuses about having been pregnant for a decade, being over forty, taking medication, being busy, etc., etc. No more self-destructive behavior that I've been doing because...why? I'm not sure. Hopefully I don't have to figure that out in order to turn things around!
Stay tuned for that "after" picture! :)
