Not fat enough to be on The Biggest Loser, but I’m about forty pounds heavier than I would like to be.
Most of it is leftover baby weight. Except my baby turned two in March. I can’t blame it on him anymore. I’ve also had my thyroid checked. It’s thankfully normal.
It’s eating too much and not moving enough. It’s simple, really.
It’s also the need for a fast food biscuit I can’t resist the morning after I’ve had
one three too many glasses of wine.
I’ve started Weight Watchers at least four times in the past 18 months. I lose about ten pounds every time, and then I get lazy, or cocky, or life gets in the way, or there’s a holiday, or a party, or a trip. Or a stressful situation. I fall off the wagon and stop counting points and then I hate myself a little bit for not being able to manage my weight myself like a normal person.
Every few months, I think I want to be down 20 pounds by summer, and then it turns into by Type-A, and then it turns into by BlogHer, and then it doesn’t happen and I’m still uncomfortable in my body.
So, I figured if I put it up here on my blog, I’ll have a little more accountability. My halfway goal is to lose 20 pounds by my birthday in November.
I don’t want to spend another birthday overweight.
By January 16, 2013, I would like there to be 40 pounds less of me to love than there is now. I want to go into stores and put on size eights and have them fit me like a glove like they did a few years ago. I don’t want to look at pictures of myself and cringe or wonder who that chubby girl is who bears a vague resemblance to me.
Weight Watchers, get ready. I’m actually going to be utilizing the program and not just making a donation to you every month anymore.
Wish me luck.