Ok, I'll go back to baby stories tomorrow. But today...the "Project Baby Weight" post. I'm really getting nowhere with the Baby Weight, and we WILL call it that even though the baby is almost 2-1/2.
I have very good INTENTIONS. I THINK about eating right and exercising each and every waking moment of the day. But I love Frappucinos, Taco Bell, and laying around watching Young and the Restless while eating Doritoes from the bag SO very much, and it is hard to imagine life without those little pleasures. Boring. And after my kids have had their way with me for a day, I deserve the treat, people. They suck the life out of me each and every morning, and an Oreo or ten puts the energy right back in, you know?
My blood pressure has recently gone borderline hypertensive, so now it seems to be more about my HEALTH than my weight. I want to be around for my babies for a very long time, and you'd think that thought alone would be enough. But no. Alas, I've already had not one, but two Krispy Kremes this morning. But then I had some low fat turkey pepperoni for lunch, so I figure that balances things out. Yes, it DOES.
I lost about 35 pounds just before I started producing children, and you know what it took to make things "click" for me to get started losing that weight? An article in the local paper about a woman who had lost over 100 pounds...in the article, she mentioned that she couldn't fit in her bathtub at her highest weight. And I FREAKED...not fit in the bathtub? I hate showers, so it hit home for me. (I once had to be pulled out of one of those freaky small hotel bathtubs when I was 7 months pregnant, but that is a story for another day. Suffice it to say being too fat for the bathtub IS a humiliating experience. Enough said.)
So how sad is that...I lost weight so as not to get stuck in my bathtub, but losing weight and getting healthy for my children and husband...I can't do it?
And while I'm at it with my food issues...should I tell my husband that the scrape above my mouth is really a from catching my lip on the (dangerously) sharp nozzle of the spray (lite!) whipped cream?
I have very good INTENTIONS. I THINK about eating right and exercising each and every waking moment of the day. But I love Frappucinos, Taco Bell, and laying around watching Young and the Restless while eating Doritoes from the bag SO very much, and it is hard to imagine life without those little pleasures. Boring. And after my kids have had their way with me for a day, I deserve the treat, people. They suck the life out of me each and every morning, and an Oreo or ten puts the energy right back in, you know?
My blood pressure has recently gone borderline hypertensive, so now it seems to be more about my HEALTH than my weight. I want to be around for my babies for a very long time, and you'd think that thought alone would be enough. But no. Alas, I've already had not one, but two Krispy Kremes this morning. But then I had some low fat turkey pepperoni for lunch, so I figure that balances things out. Yes, it DOES.
I lost about 35 pounds just before I started producing children, and you know what it took to make things "click" for me to get started losing that weight? An article in the local paper about a woman who had lost over 100 pounds...in the article, she mentioned that she couldn't fit in her bathtub at her highest weight. And I FREAKED...not fit in the bathtub? I hate showers, so it hit home for me. (I once had to be pulled out of one of those freaky small hotel bathtubs when I was 7 months pregnant, but that is a story for another day. Suffice it to say being too fat for the bathtub IS a humiliating experience. Enough said.)
So how sad is that...I lost weight so as not to get stuck in my bathtub, but losing weight and getting healthy for my children and husband...I can't do it?
And while I'm at it with my food issues...should I tell my husband that the scrape above my mouth is really a from catching my lip on the (dangerously) sharp nozzle of the spray (lite!) whipped cream?
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