Once upon a time there was a young girl. She liked to eat. And what she didn't like to do was exercise. And that young girl gained weight- lots of it. And one day when she tried to squeeze into her fat jeans...she snapped. And that young girl, my friends, was me.
hahaha Seriously. This was sometime in high school and snap I did. I began to exercise in my room. I began to take long (3-6 mile) walks. I rode an exercise bike. And I stopped eating. Well, almost totally stopped eating. I was very unhealthy. I dropped about 30 pounds. People said I looked good. Which I was happy about. I felt horrible. But I remember the day I fit into a pair of shorts I hadn't worn for at least 2 years. I was so happy. Eventually I came to my senses and started to eat again. Much to the joy of my mother.
Fast forward a few (ahem) years. Since being married I have put on weight. Quite a bit actually. I don't really think it has much to do with the whole married part as much as the having 4 kids in 5 years part. And now I am ready to lose the weight. Well, not sure about how much weight we are talking about...but I have begun.
And I have found out ...excersice....I still hate it. But I made a commitment that I would start the 30 ...d.ay sh.red on November 1st. So I am on level 1. It is hard. It is kicking my butt. I wake up in the morning and think- I have to do that video....ugh!! But I am doing it. And sweating. And dying! But losing. I am thinking and dreaming too. Maybe I can do this??
I have also added the treadmill into my day just because I like the pain. I started off with 10 min. Hey, no laughing!! Then I have moved (on day 6 no less) to 20 min. I fast walk for 2 min and then run for 1.
I have watched what I eat but haven't been focusing on that this week. I am going to try better to do that next week. I am def. drinking more water and only dt. tea when I can't stand it. We will see how it goes. Maybe I could start to like it? Nah...but perhaps I will fit into my shorts again.