I’m not sure how to chalk this one up – good, bad, funny. I think it’s good and funny (not good n plenty).
The first thing that happens to me every time I start to lose weight is that the pounds fall off my backside first. What results is me joining the Saggy Bottom Club. No, my butt isn’t sagging – my jeans are. I’m almost 31-years-old, and my jeans look like I think I’m 18 all over again. It’s a small price to pay to get healthy. Luckily, I have other pants in my collection that are smaller sizes – see, I’ve always had faith that I would get a healthy weight.
So, to all my friends, family, and co-workers who may see me walking around with my pants sagging, it’s not a sign of disrespect, it’s a sign of transformation – a well-needed one.
OK, back to writing/not writing.
At the moment, I’m watching The Killing with Rachel.
I read my last blog over again and it kind of sounded like a “woe is me” thing. I didn’t intend that at all, so I wanted to take a break from whining about writing to post about something else.
For those folks who know me, I’ve struggled with my weight for years. I’d say the last time I really had things under control was my junior year of high school. Since then I’ve been as high as 320 and as low as 240. That’s an 80 pound spread. I’m not happy about it (in fact, I’m pretty embarrassed about it to be honest), but it’s just the truth. I’ve done just about everything diet-wise – Atkins, South Beach, vegetarianism, and Weight Watchers. I’ve had plenty of excuses for the gains and plenty of success when I apply myself, but at the end of the day, I’ve been stuck in a cycle of yo-yo dieting. I’ve finally decided to do something about it. I’m going to do it the old-fashioned way with diet and exercise as I work to transform my life. I’m back on Weight Watchers and it’s the most confident I’ve felt in years. I’ve lost ten pounds in the last two weeks and can already feel the differences. I’m walking faster, and even went for walks that were as long as five miles last week. This is only the beginning and I can’t (and won’t) be stopped. As I lose the weight, I’m also starting to chip away from my fat kid mentality. That’s the hardest part for me so far, but dammit, by the end of 2012 I’ll weigh 175 pounds – which is a weight that I can’t remember when the last time I saw it was.
So, what’s different this time? What’s going to stop my cycle of yo-yo dieting?
Lily Bug - the only motivation I need