Friday, October 28, 2011

Exercise Motivation

So I made the decision today that I'm going to cut back on television and the internet. I spend WAY too much time clicking the refresh button on Pinterest and the amount of Chopped I watch at 3am is just unhealthy. Especially when it makes me immediately want to start eating.

Aside from the late night snacking, I have one thing that I want to conquer:

Am I the only one who looks at people jogging and thinks, "I don't get it."

My older sister is super into fitness and she runs several miles a day last I recall. I can't remember any time in my life that I ran a mile, let alone for fun. But here's the thing . . . I want to. I want to be one of those people who can wake up early in the morning and go for a run just to enjoy the endorphins, the sunrise and the scenery.

But damn that first step is hard.

For one, it's really cold outside. Not to mention there's a boob issue to be dealt with that I've taken to calling me "bounce rate" (blogging humor).

And everyone says that running is the cheapest form of fitness. But it's not. Because I'm going to need to invest in a serious sports bra, some frictionless exercise clothes and speaking of friction, there's going to be some thigh vs thigh competition and the loser will be a tie between me and a rash. How's that for the nitty gritty, y'all?

Advice would be appreciated.

And damn do I wish all of you could be here to just run alongside me.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Starting Again

It's been a while since I've written about weight loss.

Hell, it's been a while since I've thought much about weight loss.

Since my last post I spent two weeks in Colorado visiting family, dealt with my husband being on medical leave from work, and oh . . . did I mention that we moved in with my in-laws? Yeah, it's been a crazy couple of months!

But I am determined to get back on track. I've created a blogging schedule to remind me to post here (and also to weigh in every Wednesday) and update you all on my progress. Because it's doable. Because it's possible. And because I really, really need/want this.

Since losing those original 16 pounds I've yoyo'd between 234 and 239 back and forth, which isn't that bad considering I was on a multitude of medications for depression and anxiety. Medications that should have actually caused me to gain a lot more weight back than I did. So for that, I was happy.

Then this morning, I was determined to get on the scale to start this anew.


That's seventeen pounds lost for those of you keeping track. Seventeen pounds lost since I begged Charlie to help me. Seventeen pounds since I started this whole thing almost a year ago. It's not the Biggest Loser. But guess what? I don't care. Seventeen pounds is two healthy newborn babies. Seventeen pounds is a fat Chihuahua. Seventeen pounds is what you get when you subtract 233 (my current weight) from 250 (the weight I will never be again)!

And seventeen pounds is just the beginning.