Actually, at one non-vanity point, I will unveil the real me! And maybe provide a before and after picture. This weblog is about a little venture I’ve wanted to try for a good many years. I had chosen great titles for some books I thought I’d write one day… one is, The Orange-A-Day Diet. Isn’t that funny? Coming up with titles before actual content, or at least, written word… nevertheless, that’s how I got started. And sat. And gained. And gained. Had another baby, then two, then three… then four. And gained.
Not to say I wasn’t active. I was. And inactive. Then active again. I lost a bit, then gained some more… And so it went. Until I maintained a good 220lbs for a bit of time. At least in 2002 I think that’s what it was. I stopped ‘ventur’ing to the scale, perhaps for fear that one day it’d hit me, I was fat. Obese, actually, is what the Lifetime Fitness sheet dubbed me to be. I was labeled: OBESE! Even the word looked big. At least, I consoled myself, I was borderline… Yes, borderline obese. But that was about nine months ago and I was 195 pounds at that time, if memory serves. Somewhere between then and now and a mother lode of tasty deep-fried (and filled with cheese) poblano peppers, and queso, and good butter and breads… and a handful of iced-mochas, I increased. And unfortunately, sat as winter went by. So, here I am once again. Not really lamenting the fact that two years ago I had been down to 178, I think it was, but lamenting the fact that perhaps my skin tone won’t ever be unstretched quite. At least not the way it was when I was young and fit.
But, and afterall, I am getting older. I’m 42 to be exact and every minute darkens an age spot and deepens a wrinkle; but, I don’t mind that, really, either. My perspective is well, I do want to be as healthy as possible, and I would feel better thinner, bottom line. These days, my pride– for the mostpart– is stationed in other places, and that, too, has to go. So out with the the old, and in with the new! At least, that’s what I’m aiming at. I invite you to join me, and at times my almost sixteen-year old daughter, to venture along. Wherever you are at– be encouraged, get active, and become a tad healthier with me. Believe me, if I get there, you will, too.
Goal: Maybe 100 lbs (from last week, as tonight I weighed in at 218!) but probably not. That was highschool (when my boyfriend suggested I had thunder thighs, but, since his sister did, too, that was OK… oh, the things we remember). At 118, I hardly had bones. But, I did have shape. Now, I imagine 140 would be doable and a great success, especially if maintained over the long haul. 142 was the weight I’d gained to after a couple years of marriage and just before my first pregnancy (with my teen.) Whatever you decide, please enjoy this journey with me! Us!
