Day 1

Throughout my life I have struggled with my weight. I have been everywhere from a size 24 to a size 8...and I do mean everywhere in between. Through the last nearly five years since I met my husband I have ballooned up to the point that I hardly even recognize myself in pictures, and honestly that isn't fun! I would hope if my husband was going to be out with another woman he would at least choose someone prettier than the one I see him with in pictures on a regular basis! Seriously! This morning I stood on the scale to find that I weigh only 7 pounds less than I did when I delivered my son nearly 2 1/2 years ago, and he was almost 7 pounds!! As I have reflected at the times in my life when I felt the best about myself and actually encouraged people to take pictures, I have realized it was due to being accountable to someone else...so now I am...to you, whoever you are...but still...feel free to virtually kick my butt in to gear if I slack off, fail with my goals, or if you are just having a bad day...really I can take it!

I will say that I am not going to tell you what my weight is, because as liberating as I hope this blog to be, I am not ready for that yet! Maybe someday...maybe not...I really don't know, but don't feel bad because I won't even tell my husband. It is a secret kept between me and my scale and my son, but only because he can't read yet!

My journey to fantastic begins today (for probably the 867 time this year, sometimes I start several times in the same day, like after each meal, snack..."this is going to be my last Pepsi forever" moment, etc). So, how good have I been today...well, I have had 2 cans of Pepsi, but only to completely void my frig of the sweetest delicious drink of my salvation so that I can begin fresh tomorrow--I mean tonight--without the temptation staring me in the face! I skipped breakfast, which I know is a big no-no, but I had an appointment that I was running late to. For lunch I had 5 peanut butter Whoppers and a bowl of clam chowder. Dinner has yet to be decided, but I did eat a handful of popcorn that was taunting me from a bowl on the counter while I was heating the clam chowder. Overall, far from my worst day and my best (at least the clam chowder had veggies in it)!

I do fully intend on exercising tonight, even if it is only for 15 minutes, I need to rebuild the endurance I once had...

This blogging idea came to me last night as I was preparing chicken enchiladas for dinner while eating peppermint bark chocolates...I was frustrated at my son because, well, he is two and I really don't think it needs much more explanation than that. My husband was not home and I needed some sanity, so of course I reach for the candy. It was then that I realized I have no self control! I am an emotional eater! I eat when I am sad, frustrated, beyond myself in fury, excited, jubilent, and even melancholy. And when I am done eating, I sit in my recliner and relax because I have been cleaning the house, or working (which requires sitting, much like typing this), or aruging with my two-year-old about which one of us is really the boss. It really is a mystery why I need help with this...

Anyway, I have a starting weight...we will just call it X. I have a starting size...we will just call it 18-20, because that is what it is...and I have goals: Goal weight: Y. Goal size: 10 (I would love to wear an 8 again, but I would be happy with a 10 so I am going to be realistic).

PROGRESS:
Weight Loss: 0 pounds.
Sizes Down: 0

I can't wait for these numbers to go up!!