I weighed myself today and I’m down two pounds. It’s important to understand that whole this is a good thing, I actually gained over the holidays. I actually hit 333 lbs over Christmas. I’m not entirely sure what happened but part of that was poor choices and the minor surgery I had in my back right before the holidays.
Anyway, I’ve been watching what I eat, when I eat it and I’m trying to be more active.
As a result, I’m once again moving in the right direction and I feel good. I’m fucking sore from working out but I feel good.
The one thing I’m really trying to focus on has to do with eating late at night. It’s usually stress related and hard to resist but I’m really trying my best.
My goal is to lose thirty pounds right now. That will make a big difference for me but I won’t stop there. Once I reach that goal, I’ll set a new goal for myself and not rest until I reach it. ☺
I’m not proud of how I’ve let myself go. I used to be in kick ass shape and lifted weights almost every day of the week for years. Sometimes life happens and things change.
I don’t like sharing my weight but if doing so can help motivate other parents to take better care of themselves, it’s well worth the swallowing of my pride.