Life is full of suprises. Some of them are wonderful like when you're little and you find your mom put an extra cookie and an "I love you" note in your lunch box. Others are not so great like being in the third grade and finding out you have to wear headgear to school for the next year.
My life has been full of surprises both good and bad. Recently I stepped on the scale and was surprised how high the number was. Ever since I had my daughter, almost 10 years ago, I've struggled with my weight. If I work hard I can drop weight, but the second I quit working my tail off I put the weight back on plus at least 20 pounds. It's not fun. After I had my son, who just turned 2, I quit trying. I just gave up and let my bad habit reek havok on my body. Looking in the mirror wasn't an issue because what I saw didn't really matter. It didn't bother me. It still doesn't. I could happily curl up in my chair with a tub of ice cream and watch The Biggest Loser on TV. The fact I now weigh as much as a lot of them registered but not enough for me to stop eating and start moving. The number on the scale yesterday was. It was a depressing moment in my life. I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself.
I'm a single mom with two amazing children. Although I'm a certified mathematics teacher, I've been working as a subtitute teacher until I can find a teaching job. There hasn't been a time in my life where I was self-conscious. I've always been comfortable in my own skin. I am who I am and that's all right by me. I've never been a bean pole. Curves have always been a part of my life. I like them. No. That's an understatement. I love them. I have always loved being curvy. Now, for those of you trying to envision curvy let me explain...curvy does not mean fat! It means your waist is distinguishable from your hips and bust. It's also refered to as having an hour glass figure. That was me...I was a comfortable size 10. I wasn't athletic, but I was active. It wasn't unusual to walk 10 miles a night at my job at a casino. Then I was blessed with my daughter. I quit my job at the casino and went back to college. I traded walking 10 hours a night to sitting in a desk 10 hours a day. It didn't help that I picked up a see-food diet. I saw food. I ate food. When I gave birth to my daughter I was 100 pounds heavier than when I started my pregnancy. It took me 7 years to drop 50 pound. Then I was blessed with my son and 80 more pounds. Two years after the birth of my son and I'm closing in on the 300 pound mark. That's scarey. That's depressing.
However, that number is also a wake up call. What I'm doing isn't working and what I've done in the past won't work either. I need a new plan. I need a new beginning. That's going to come by me making weekly obtainable goals that deal with my eating habits and activity level.
This week my goals are:
1. No junk food Monday-Friday
2. Veggies with dinner
3. Drink 32 ounces of water each day
4. Walk Nala (our dog) everyday after work
I'll let you know how it goes. Wish me luck!
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