Weight loss

We all hate being on a diet, right? Why does it seem like most of my adult life, I have been "watching what I eat"? The answer to that is because if I don't, I will turn into a blimp.

So in order to help me, I am going to start posting my weight.

Yes, you just read that right. A woman is actually going to tell people how much she weighs. You see, I just don't care. I have friends that are smaller than me, I have friends that are bigger than me. I don't care. They are still my friends, no matter how big (or small) their butt is.

Russ and I are counting points. OK, so I actually haven't "counted", but I'm watching what I eat. See, there's that darn sentence again. Mel encouraged me last night, so I am now off sugar. I am chewing a piece of sugar free gum right now, and it is the sweetest thing I've had all day. OK, so I've only had oatmeal and macaroni and cheese so far. I'm going to start eating more fruit and yogurt. Sounds like a plan, right? Well, I'm going to let you know when I eat something bad. I am going to be truthful. I will confess when I eat too much and when I "cheat". This blog will be my place to go for confession. I'm not Catholic, but it sounds like a great way to get stuff off your chest!

So here goes....

I weighed at the Y this morning (after running 1.5 miles!) I weigh 167 pounds. I can hear your gasps by the way. This is the largest I've been when not pregnant. (I was 172 when I was 9 mo pregnant with Maddie) I'm sad about this number, but motivated. I know I can lose weight, I did it last year at this time. I lost 20 pounds last fall. Just before Christmas, I weighed exactly 140. I was so excited because my ultimate goal was 135, and I was almost there. Then the holidays happened, a cruise, I threw my back out and got pregnant. So running, or even walking was hard for me. After I was 10 weeks along, I started feeling better, so started working out again. Then 2 weeks later, started bleeding. So I stopped all activity. Then one week later, lost the baby. So I have been a little depressed. I am not the type that goes out and runs my aggression out. I eat. I eat candy bars, brownies, cookies, pizza, and anything fried. So just about the time I was starting to feel better from all of this, and my body was starting to go back to it's pre-pregnancy size (I weighed 152 on May 2- the day I found out I was pregnant), my friend, Melinda got sick. Three weeks later, she died. When you have someone you care about pass away, you kind of forget about trying to stick to a diet and exercise. I once again, just wanted to eat to suppress my sadness.

I did start going back to the Y when school started. I have only been running so far. I haven't been back to my aerobics classes or back to the weight room. I'll get there, I know I will. Right now, I just want to run. I actually ran a mile and a half today- nonstop! I think of Melinda when I run. If she could bravely get through all of the pain she went through, then I can get through a little side cramp, right? My goal is to be running 3 miles at a time. That's how far it is for the Race for a Cure. I did it last year, and I so badly want to do it again this year. So I am trying.

I'll let you know how it all goes.