I used to watch those specials on T.V. were the lady or man was nine hundred pounds and would refuse to come out of his/her house. I used to watch those and wonder how did they get so fat? Didn't they see it happening, didn't they realize that their clothes didn't fit? I have a feeling I know how it happens. You just stop caring. You figure, well hell I am already at 200lbs and I am sad about it why not have the bag of chocolate. I have gained 60lbs in the last ten years. Not bad 6lbs per year but when that puts you at 200lbs and it's such a slow progression you don't even realize what happened. As soon as I walk in the door I put on sweats and a ratty t-shirt. If my clothes didn't fit it's because they are making clothes smaller not because my butt is getting bigger. I know people are saying work out/ eat right for your kids so they don't become fat kids/adults as well. What I feed them is different than what I do for myself. They only get soda when we go to the movies which only when a kid show is on. I give them no juice. Only 2% milk and water. They get fresh fruit and I feed them vegetables whenever I can. I try not to give them junk. I just need to do the same for myself. I have decided to do several things for myself. ME, not my family.
1) No soda of any kind.
2) I will not put on scrubby clothes. I am in fact going to phase those bad boys out.
3) I already have not had McDonald's in two years....I have since the first stopped all fast food.
4) If it is not raining, we are going outside for at least a half hour.
5) I will do yoga everyday.
These 5 rules are to prove to myself that I have the strength to lose the weight...If I fall off then back on I go and start the countdown all over.
1 comment:
Hmmm.... I could have wrote this same post. Except Riley gets WAY too much juice, and both kids love chocolate. I wear comfy clothes all day, everyday and it's very easy to lose track of my weight until I get dressed up and my jeans feel tight and it's hard to breathe when sitting. So sad, I am worse off and trying to step back up on the wagon that I fell off of 3 years ago. It's not fun, and if it was easy so many of us would be thin. It's the "Good Mama Curse" I think. Once the day has started you are so busy with everyone else's needs that by the time you have a moment to yourself you are too exhausted to run that mile or eat your veggies. I get it and I have no answers. I wish you luck, and love ya just the way you are.
Kim
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