A little background: Not once did I work out to keep 'fit' or for fun (who does that by the way) until about 4 years ago. That's when I looked at a picture of myself and thought, "DAMN, who the hell is that fatass?? I need to get to a gym! Wait, what's a gym?" I was a stick in high school and the first year of college. I actually needed to put on a few pounds. But I wasn't trying to be skinny, I just had a freaking fabulous metabolism that allowed me to eat whatever I wanted and not exercise at all. (Please, please Mrs Metabolism, please come back to me!!) I ate pizza constantly and probably had a few brewskies nearly every day. And lo and behold, at the ripe age of 26....well, lets just say I was ripe. I weighed 180 or so pounds and stood at 5' 8". Now, I realize that technically that number didn't make me overweight, I had an 'average' BMI (but it was borderline to overweight). But I'll tell you this: I had horrible acne, I was extremely depressed, I would sweat all the time from doing NOTHING, and I just plain didn't feel good. So what better way than to work some of that plumpness off???: Go to Colorado for 3 months and work construction for your dad. I came back weighing 15 pounds less and wasn't even trying. But despite that great accomplishment, I still didn't feel good about myself. I didn't really change anything, except adding a little physical labor to my lifestyle.
|Me on my honeymoon, |
weighing in at 150.
On and off for the last 3.5 years I've tried every diet and exercise program, and even joined a gym. I got down to 147 in Sept. of 09 for my wedding and now, a little over a year later, I've gained 10+ pounds back. I'm sick of this; I want to be healthy, I want to feel good. And I want to look great.
Three months from now is my 30th birthday. I want to be 20 pounds lighter (and maybe have a little definition in my arms and have a smaller pooper and this double chin could really take a hike too). I plan on posting my ups and downs, my progress, my general thoughts, etc at least once a week to keep myself on track.
I know I'll make mistakes, I know I'll want to quit this whole adventure at least a million times, but I promise to to be honest, to do the best I can, and I'll try not to bitch as much as possible (that's going to take some work).
So, who's with me??? Because in about one hour this fitness party machine is headed to the dreaded treadmill. Wish me luck.
I'm with you! I have four months until our wedding and would love to loose 10-15 pounds by then. I was doing great, and lost 5 pounds before trying on dresses. But with moving, living out of a hotel room, and general stress, I know I probably have to start all over again. Love the blog, and hope it will keep me motivated.ReplyDelete