- I want my clothes to fit me better. I have a closet full of clothes, but right now I only wear about half of them because the other half is either too small, too tight, or completely and totally unflattering. Muffin tops are not attractive.
- On a similar note, I want to enjoy shopping again. The last time I went shopping for a dress, it was miserable. I went to about ten different stores before I finally found something that didn’t showcase my belly bulge and was actually somewhat cute.
- I want to run races without feeling like I’m going to die. Even though I don’t particularly enjoy running, I feel awesome after I finish a race. However, running is a lot harder when you’ve got some extra pounds to carry around so I want to shed some of those and get faster. Double win.
- I want to be a healthy role model for others both on this blog and in real life. I don’t want to feel ashamed when people congratulate me or thank me for posting. I want to feel proud of myself for the decisions I’ve made and I want to be that person that I’ve always wanted to be. That girl who makes healthy choices just because it’s healthy, not because I feel I “have to.”
- I want to feel confident when I go out and meet new people. I’m not good at hiding my insecurities, and it affects me more than I’d like to admit.
- I want to treat my body well and be the healthiest person I can be. I’m fortunate enough to have essentially zero medical problems up to this point, and I owe it to myself to do my best to keep it that way.
- I want to look like ^^that^^ again.
Oh, and I’d still like to win that weight loss bet that I have conveniently failed to bring up again until just now. Word on the street is that Eric’s dad is down about 15 pounds, which is like 18 more than me. Crap.
For all of these reasons and more, I am officially starting over with my weight loss. I’m forgetting about all the weight that I have lost before and considering this moment, today (or yesterday, rather), the beginning. From here on out, every pound down is an accomplishment, I don’t care if I’m still far away from my “lowest.” Dwelling on it isn’t going to get me back there, but working my butt off is.
I know I’ve started over a hundred times, but the way I see it is that it’s better to start over every single day than to just throw in the towel for good (which I have come mighty close to doing numerous times). Losing weight is hard and there’s nothing wrong with admitting that. We do the best we can and that’s all we can do.
I’ve always used Friday’s as my weigh-in day, and still plan on doing that, but I weighed in yesterday at 188 pounds. Haven’t seen a number that high in almost two years, but it is what it is. It’s my starting point, which means that I have to lose 38 pounds to reach my goal weight. It’s a lot, but it sounds a lot better than the 130 pounds that I wanted to lose the last time I lost weight!
The first three days are always the hardest. Actually, the first week is the hardest. If I can get through that, then I’ll be in good shape. Yesterday I definitely got started on the right foot. I tracked all my food, stayed within my calorie budget, AND I ran three miles! Whoo hoo!
A big pile of leftover ham and some of my mom’s broccoli salad that she sent me back with after yesterday’s get-together.
That stuff is so good! It has broccoli, golden raisins and bacon and is mixed in a sweet sauce. It most certainly does not taste like broccoli! I forgot to get the recipe from my mom but if anyone is interested I’d be more than happy to get it and post it on the blog.
Dinner was eaten while icing my knees:
Fingers crossed that my knees don’t hurt today!
Aaaaand I’m off! Have a wonderful day and make good choices .