I’ve had issues with my weight since college and they got pretty out of hand once I graduated. Not obese out of hand but right now I’m the biggest I’ve ever been and I’m not happy about it.
Food and I have an incredibly unhealthy relationship. I love food. I want to be with food constantly and food is always there for me. But food doesn’t treat me right. And yet I keep running back to it, hoping things will change.
Well, not this time buddy. I’ve decided to make a real difference in the way I eat and work out and I figure by publicly recording my progress (or lack thereof) to the, oh, three people who read this blog, it will give me some sense of accountability and, thus, force me to be consistent in my efforts.
I’m doing a weekly weigh-in with my mom and my boyfriend (who wants to gain weight… must be nice.) and while I won’t put their weights up here, I’m going to be putting up mine. I want my weight loss to happen and I think this is one way I can force myself to make it happen.
I do my weigh-ins on Sundays so yesterday was my 3rd one. My weigh-ins have been as follows:
1/29 - 179
2/5 - 178
2/12 - 178
Not to make excuses but 2/12 was two days before that special time of month when women are extra skinny and super happy about life (not). Either way, while one pound isn’t a whole lot that one pound is the push I needed to let me know that hey, I can do this, one pound at a time.
So come this summer, I’d like to be down to 160… hold me accountable people (or person or w/e)! I’m gonna make this happen!