Although I am very excited about joining WeightWatchers - and I should be - I do realize and understand that at the beginning of the diet, we enter the honeymoon phase. I feel like posting my every move and letting the whole world know my every bite of food. I'll probably drive some of my friends crazy, but they are used to it anyway :)
This morning, for the first time ever, I had to STOP and think about what to eat for breakfast. Usually, I would open up the fridge and grab the left over slice of pizza or the cold piece of fried chicken and run out of the door. Not THIS morning. I opened up the fridge and guess what was staring me in the face -- the left over slices of my homemade pizza that I made for Fatty, Nai'a and Jennifer (my neightbor) last night. I quickly slammed the fridge door and almost had a panic attack because ..... I can't have it. Five seconds later, it dawned on me that I DIDN'T WANT IT. So, with my WW coat of armour on, I pulled out the carton of eggs and scrambled me three egg whites (ONE point) and dashed it with some Texas Pete (ZERO points) I have to admit...taking the first bite was disappointing. I love FRIED EGGS w/runny yokes. I even stuck my tongue out at the empty bowl. But I feel good about making the right choice to start the second day of the rest of my life. I have a whole 27 points left for the rest of the day, some in the "bank" and the 8 points I earned for the 30 minute treadmill walk/run.
Using Magic for everyday life is easy......but getting this weight off and feeling healthy again - ....is going to take more than magic ^-^
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
The Buck Stops Here!
204.8 lbs. THAT'S IT! No further. I refuse.
For those of you that don't know, I was Karen's Matron of Honor at her wedding in Jacksonville, FL this past weekend. Now, I haven't seen Karen for over a year because we moved from Lancaster, SC to Orlando. She ordered my dress in a size 22. A TWENTY-FRICKEN-TWO. Just two years ago, I was a size 11. Well, I thought for sure that the dress would be too big and we would have to find a seamstress to take it in once I got to Jacksonville. But noooooooooooooooooooooooooo. I tried the dress on when I got there and guess what. IT FIT. Like a glove. That was it. I was done. Or so I thought. We went out that night and we consumed TWO bottles of wine at a very nice Italian restaurant. I ate a HUGE plate of ziti florentine and went back to the hotel to top it all off with some rum and coke. yuck. yuck yuck yuck. That's how I felt.
Like a champ...I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face - did my duties - and put on the size 22 dress and walked on the beach to give my girlfriend away. As all of the cameras were snapping pictures - I wanted to die. I wanted to dig a hole in the sand and bury myself. (at least my makeup and hair looked good and that's what kept me going thru the evening)
At the reception, I snuck over to one of the cameras and reflected on the pictures she had taken. There it was. PROOF. Proof that I needed to do something about my weight. I have never felt so embarrassed about taking a picture in all of my life. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am camera whore. Not anymore.
While everything I'm saying sounds like I am being hard on myself...I am. I have to be. I have to make a change. I'm taking off the rose colored glasses and doing something about it. I'm not going to sugar coat my story and I'm going to be brutally honest. At every expense.
This afternoon, I took the first step and signed up at WeightWatchers.com - a lot of people that I know said, this program really works. It works with out having to use magic pills and pre packaged food. It's going to take hard work and determination. And trust me when I tell you - I'm determined.
I know I will never be a size 6 again and to be honest, I don't want to be. I don't want high blood pressure. I don't want anti-depressants. I want my confidence back. ...it's going to take more than magic ^-^
Oh yeah, I also took the second step. I put on my Nike's, my shorts and tee shirt and walked down to the apartment complex's gym. I put on my ear phones - turned on American Pickers and jumped on the treadmill. I did my first 30 minute cycle with the last two minutes in a running mode :) I kept telling myself that I could do it. And I did. I did it. I survived and I felt good.
For those of you that don't know, I was Karen's Matron of Honor at her wedding in Jacksonville, FL this past weekend. Now, I haven't seen Karen for over a year because we moved from Lancaster, SC to Orlando. She ordered my dress in a size 22. A TWENTY-FRICKEN-TWO. Just two years ago, I was a size 11. Well, I thought for sure that the dress would be too big and we would have to find a seamstress to take it in once I got to Jacksonville. But noooooooooooooooooooooooooo. I tried the dress on when I got there and guess what. IT FIT. Like a glove. That was it. I was done. Or so I thought. We went out that night and we consumed TWO bottles of wine at a very nice Italian restaurant. I ate a HUGE plate of ziti florentine and went back to the hotel to top it all off with some rum and coke. yuck. yuck yuck yuck. That's how I felt.
Like a champ...I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face - did my duties - and put on the size 22 dress and walked on the beach to give my girlfriend away. As all of the cameras were snapping pictures - I wanted to die. I wanted to dig a hole in the sand and bury myself. (at least my makeup and hair looked good and that's what kept me going thru the evening)
At the reception, I snuck over to one of the cameras and reflected on the pictures she had taken. There it was. PROOF. Proof that I needed to do something about my weight. I have never felt so embarrassed about taking a picture in all of my life. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am camera whore. Not anymore.
While everything I'm saying sounds like I am being hard on myself...I am. I have to be. I have to make a change. I'm taking off the rose colored glasses and doing something about it. I'm not going to sugar coat my story and I'm going to be brutally honest. At every expense.
This afternoon, I took the first step and signed up at WeightWatchers.com - a lot of people that I know said, this program really works. It works with out having to use magic pills and pre packaged food. It's going to take hard work and determination. And trust me when I tell you - I'm determined.
I know I will never be a size 6 again and to be honest, I don't want to be. I don't want high blood pressure. I don't want anti-depressants. I want my confidence back. ...it's going to take more than magic ^-^
Oh yeah, I also took the second step. I put on my Nike's, my shorts and tee shirt and walked down to the apartment complex's gym. I put on my ear phones - turned on American Pickers and jumped on the treadmill. I did my first 30 minute cycle with the last two minutes in a running mode :) I kept telling myself that I could do it. And I did. I did it. I survived and I felt good.
Once Upon A Time...
Once upon a time, I was a hot number. Not to toot my own horn, but I was. I was a size 6 with a 36DD chest and long-dark brown hair to match. (this was AFTER I gave birth to my third child) At 27 years old, I thought time stood still. The words 'working out' and 'dieting' were not in my vocabulary. My Mother used to warn me...but I didn't listen.
...14 years later at 41 years old - I wish I had listen to the older, wise woman. The saying, "mother knows best" stands to be proven. Today, I weigh 204.8lbs with a 44DDD chest and Clairol #46a (extra gray coverage) to match.
Through the years, I did notice the slight weight gain here and there but remained in denial. The pictures taken of me became fewer and fewer. Getting in and out of the car became more of a challenge. My eating habits increased ten-fold. (that post will be for another day) Certain activites became less interesting. (again, for another post) What happened to me? Where did Misty go? How can I get her back?
...it's going to take more than magic! ^_^
...14 years later at 41 years old - I wish I had listen to the older, wise woman. The saying, "mother knows best" stands to be proven. Today, I weigh 204.8lbs with a 44DDD chest and Clairol #46a (extra gray coverage) to match.
Through the years, I did notice the slight weight gain here and there but remained in denial. The pictures taken of me became fewer and fewer. Getting in and out of the car became more of a challenge. My eating habits increased ten-fold. (that post will be for another day) Certain activites became less interesting. (again, for another post) What happened to me? Where did Misty go? How can I get her back?
...it's going to take more than magic! ^_^
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