ok so here’s the one I have been trying to write before I was so wonderfully distracted by the last 2 posts.
I am done feeling sorry for myself. I am done crying everytime I have to get dressed to leave the house and I am tired of my supermom costume being so tight I can’t even entertain putting it on. I mean maybe the cape fits but who wants to be saved by a naked post partum woman with a jiggly midsection and scars? ha ha ha
so here’s the plan:
- set attainable and small goals; 1lb a week, exercise at least 15 to 30 mins a day for 4 days a week, count calories and make better food choices.
- stop taking care of everyone but myself. make the time for me, demand the time for me get the time for me. all this = everyone happy cause I am happy
- believe that you can lose 11 to 15 lbs by August 15. it’s easy, you can do it, and it will make you feel better, your clothing will fit and you’ll not fear sex so much that you bring the baby to bed every night to not only sleep but avoid that man that sleeps across the way.
- DO NOT buy anymore clothing until you drop the weight, it will only serve to bring you down a notch. tighter clothes are motivating, evil and spiteful, but motivating
- tell the people in your house what you are doing, ask that they support and help you without pointing out negatively if you skip a day or eat that Mc.Donalds when pressed for time (try not to eat Mc.Donalds).
- I posted the chart with my weight, inches and weeks on the large bathroom mirror for ALL To see, even guests (if that doesn’t motivate me I’ll make the fridge oink or moo instead).
- I will be taking a before and after picture and posting it on here (at the end), I am brave aren’t I? its all about motivators. showing my jiggly nastiness is SO not appealing but even less appealing if I don’t pull through and have to post a gross pic at the end.
the changes aren’t drastic or hard, they’re small changes, lifetime, lifestyle changes, not a diet. I’m not 23 anymore, which is just fine with me. I’m smarter now, wiser…so at 32 I will be a better me and stay that way.
my beginning weight 125 (shut up, its “small” for most) it is the most I have weighed in my life I’m 5 feet tall. I weighed 145 and 140 during pregnancy which doesn’t count. at 18 I weighed 98lbs (yea it is gross I agree, but I was VERY active) I weighed 103 after Anders 8 years ago, and I weighed 115 and was not happy about it February of 2008 before Chase. I am not greedy, I’d rather lose inches than lbs, and I am ok with being and staying 110 to 115 as long as I’m fit and toned, and my clothes fit.
So sunday I weighed in at 125, let the games begin.
Yes you are brave. At 5 feet and 125 lbs, I highly doubt you are flabby and fat, but it’s not about what I think. It’s about how you feel. So I wish you the best of luck my dear.
I figure it’s nipping it in the bud so to speak. My sister and I used to wear the same size, she is 5′2″ she now weighs almost 170, and is miserable and wants to work at it and then gives up. My Mom before moving to florida was 160, she is also 5″2″ small frame…so you see if I don’t deal with it now I never will or it will be 10 times more work. I used to make everyone sick eat everything in site and do nothing to lose weight or maintain weight, somewhere between 25 and 30 it stopped working ha ha, and I just noticed. MANY people say I’m beautiful, I look great and so on. I appreciate it, i do. But you’re right its about how I feel. I feel unhealthy, unhappy and pissed off. I feel like smacking people when they say “you look good for having 2 kids” fuck you I just wanna look good :p