Yikes!

Well, my delinquency in life has led me to this. I have a terrible confession to make, and with it, I ask you to all hold me to account. Nag, scream, yell, cry, do anything you can to hold me to account… I’ve gained 15 pounds since the wedding. 15 friggin’ pounds, without trying even!! Now, I’ll admit, I’ve been a lot more lax about eating, and a lot less stringent about working out, but seriously, 15 pounds!!!

Here’s the deal. I don’t want to be fat. I don’t want to look in the mirror and feel awful about the way I look. I understand that this may be perceived as ‘hard on myself’, but I’d really just like to like how I look AND how I feel. I need to regroup on the eating front, I know that. That’s where things tend to go off the rails. I just need to muster the will power to do it. Especially this time of year.

Also, as an outcomes oriented human being, I do well with numbers. Last week, I had my annual check up. I got a number. 50. Uh huh, 50. That’s how many pounds my doctor would like me to lose before I even THINK about getting pregnant. Now, don’t take that the wrong way, I’m not thinking about it now, it’s still at least 2 years down the road, but seriously, 50 pounds. Yikes. At least it’s goal, I guess.

Back on the rails as of today, if I can make it through the Holidays, I’m pretty sure I can make it through anything. Perhaps it’s a good thing those shortbread cookies got stolen from our backyard.

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