The last few weeks have been more stressful than usual, but I’ve managed to make (mostly) healthy choices in spite of that. Last month, after stepping on the scale, I had to face the realization that my weight was moving in the wrong direction, and I finally starting taking steps to change it. I haven’t been specific about numbers in recent months because I’m already exhausted by the hateful comments that often find their way into my spam folder, but I’m ready to talk about them now.
In my attempt to find a new Weight Watchers meeting – one in which I feel like I can understand and connect with the leader and members, I learned that I am about 30 pounds heavier than I was at my lowest recorded weight. That sucks, but I’d rather start over after gaining 30 pounds than 130 pounds. Believe me, it would be easy to regain everything I lost, and I simply will. not. let. it. happen.
It has been almost one month since I decided to work toward 90 Days of Change. I’ve dropped several pounds, and it feels good to know that I’m headed in the right direction. Over the last month I have worked out with a personal trainer, tried Jazzercise with my friend Karyn, focused on eating foods that are high in protein, controlled my portions, limited processed carbs and pushed myself harder and more consistently at the gym.
I’ve also eliminated alcohol with exception of two vodka tonics that I had when I was out on Bourbon St. with Michelle (aka The Running Jewess) and friends during her recent visit to the Crescent City. Do you know how hard it is to refrain from drinking when you’re participating in the debauchery that is the French Quarter? I even chose salad at 2 am over fried food when the universe (and Michelle) convinced me to do so. (Hold on a sec, while I pause to pat myself on the back. 😉 Ha!)
I have noticed that I have more energy throughout the day, and I’m sleeping more soundly at night. I rarely have trouble sleeping, but my bed feels positively amazing after a day of healthy eating, hydration and an intense workout.
Passing on burgers and fries or onion rings is hard, but making healthy choices throughout the day adds up to positive results that remind my why I started this journey in the first place.
When I started this blog, I did it to keep myself accountable, and that was the *only* reason. I didn’t care who saw it (even though, in reality, I knew that very few people saw it.) Let’s be honest, my size doesn’t affect anyone here except me (and those who love me and want me to live for a long time.) When I began publicly posting my weight and workouts, I did that for myself too.
So there it is in black and white…My reality in numbers. I’d love to say that I’m not embarrassed to post this, but I am. It’s hard to admit that I had gone so far, only to realize that I didn’t have it all figured out, but I’ve never cared about being a know-it-all (well, in this forum.) I care about my choices, and for me, publicly posting my weight is the right one. In addition to this post, I plan to update my weight-loss log regularly, in an attempt to push myself in the right direction. I probably won’t say much about it in my posts because it’s really just for me.
I want to lose weight more than I want to eat cupcakes. I want to be fit more than I want to drink French martinis. I want to live a long, healthy and fulfilled life more than I want to eat Chinese take-out or fried chicken. I want to succeed, and I hope that my desires will drive me to break the barriers that I’ve created for myself.
If you’re reading this, it’s time to show you something new, and even more importantly, it’s time to prove to myself that I can finish what I started.