Welcome back everyone. So I am going to make this short and sweet. I did horribly at eating right. I did so horribly in fact that I didn’t even weigh myself. And exercise…uuummm…no. But on the bright side…or the “I can’t believe it happened to me” side–my large girth put a dent in my hubby’s floor tool chest. Oh yes I did…you can laugh…it is funny…funny cause it didn’t happen to you. Yea…maybe that will be the thing that makes me actually start caring about losing some real weight. Or maybe the fact I am almost too fat for Walmart clothes. God…I can’t believe it. Too fat for Walmart! Whatever.
oh…by the way…just click on the picture to go to the Tales From The Scales and see how everyone else is doing. Or just CLICK HERE.
So here we are again. This is my first check in. I weighed myself and I weigh 305. I guess that is a loss. But my exercising fell by the waistside. It is just so cold out. That is my excuse….lousy excuse. I have thought about my lack of exercise all week….everyday infact. I really need to buckle down and just do it. It is not like I have never exercised before. And it isn’t like I am out there for very long…I can only do about 10-15 minutes until I feel like I am going to pass out. But this weekend I think I am going to get the awesome exercise bike from my parents and put it in our living room….lets see what kind of excuse I can come up with then. But go and support our other ladies in their weight loss struggles. Good luck and I will see you in our elastic sized blogosphere.
So this is my first Tales from the scales. I will admit it…I am overweight. Alot. If you go by my fat percentage-I am morbidly obese. If you go by the scale-I am 310…ouch. How did that happen?
Well, when my hubby and I met, I was 185 and smokin. Then I got pregnant and I used it as an excuse to eat all the time and stop exercising–which I did for an hour everyday. I gained 60lb. with that pregnancy. I slowly kept gaining. Then I got pregnant. I didn’t really gain alot of weight. I was afraid of just getting too big. Then I got pregnant again–with twins. This time I had to gain weight or else (that is what the doctor said). So now, that gets me to 310…again..ouch.
I don’t mind being overweight. But I am embarrassed to go out in public with how big I am. And my hubby knows I am embarrassed. He says he doesn’t care how big I am but he also knows how much happier I was when I weighed less. He wants me to be happy. I want to be happy. So I guess that is why I kind of started this blog and joined this challenge.
And what am I going to do to get myself back on track…gee…I really don’t know. Maybe:
- Eat less
- Measure what I eat
- Start a food diary
- Exercise everyday
- Get my parent’s kick butt exercise bike (they like to call it their clothes hanger), put it in our living room and go nuts on that sucker
Yea…maybe I could do those things first and go from there. But in the meantime, I think I will go check out the other people who have accepted this challenge. Why don’t you join me!