Every few months, I vow to lose some weight. I promise that I’m going to exercise regularly. I make plans to eat healthy, or eat less, or just quick eating crap. And most of the time, I fail miserably.
I’m not technically ‘fat’ at the moment. Last September, I weighed 20 pounds more than I do now. So I see that as a definite plus. But my body is just… smooshy. I have that Mom-Chub in my middle, you know what I mean- the Back Fat that no matter how much you ‘suck it in’ in the front, it’s physically impossible to ‘suck it in’ on your back. heh.
I haven’t been able to workout since the beginning of October because of an unknown injury to my knee, resulting in bursitis. It’s been almost 8 weeks, and it’s just now finally getting better. Two weeks ago, the doctor said it was almost there and to give it a few more weeks of rest. It no longer is swollen except in the morning (and even then, just a *tiny* bit swollen) but it still hurts to kneel on it. Which means no yoga, no pilates, no exercise bike. Boo on that! And now that my knee is finally okay for walking, walking is out of the question because it’s like 5 degrees outside. I am anxiously awaiting the day when I can finally take a yoga class again.
I need to lose 10 pounds. I’m not overly focused on the pounds really- I’m not embarrassed to say that I currently weight 130 pounds. It’s not a lot, but for my height (5’3″) and my frame, it’s too much. My body would be much healthier if I was at 120. Four years ago that’s where I was, and I felt great. I of course gained some weight while I was pregnant (okay, so ‘some’ is an under-exaggeration- I gained 40 pounds!!) but I lost all of that last year. But over the past 4 or 5 months, I’ve slowly slipped back into my old habits of eating too much at meals, snacking on junky food, and just generally not taking care of myself.
All of this to say: I renewed my Weight Watchers subscription today. I KNOW. The day before Thanksgiving- what the heck am I thinking, right? Several of you called me out on my insanity on Twitter, and part of me totally agrees with you. But another part of me says, ‘If not now, when?’ Weight Watchers worked so well last year when I needed it to, so I’m willing to give it another go. Luckily this time, I only have a 10 pound goal and not a 20-25 pound goal.
I also stumbled across a nifty little blog today, totally by fluke (how’s that for Cosmic Timing?) The Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans. Because, come on, we’ve all totally blamed the dryer on our muffin top! I joined up for their current challenge, which I think falls right in line with my ‘Holidays? What Holidays?’ attitude with dieting this year.
Bottom line: I’m sick of my jeans not fitting right anymore, and I’m sick of feeling like this again. Uncomfortable in my skin. I remember how awesome it felt last winter when I finally shed the last of my pregnancy weight and I want that feeling back.
The good news? It’s almost 9pm and I’m still 1 point below my daily limit (which is 21 points). I’m gonna go have myself a cookie.