Monday, March 01, 2010
Oh - this weight was insidious. I was merrily living my life and skipping down the road that I didn't know could lead to distruction. I thought it was all paved with golden twinkes and ding dongs. Visions of big mac's would just peek out from time to time (supersized of course).
And then something happened. I started to notice something. I would step on the scale and it would move up. "Hmm", I would think - but continue on my little journey. Up and up it crept. The years went by - the weight went on. When I hit 300, I thought "Oh wow, I need to do something about this." But alas, I did nothing. It kept moving up and up.
Then one day I had to have knee surgery and they asked me to step on the scale. I chuckled and said "It won't record my weight." With a puzzled look on her face, the nurse asked me why. I said "Because your scale only goes to 350, and I weight 365."
Was I worried? I should have been - but no. I just kept doing my thing and then I hit 380, then 390, then... 400? What the heck? Am I completely out of my mind? The numbers didn't lie, I had managed to create 2 people in one body on this planet, and I wasn't even pregnant, or a woman!
"Enough!" I cried out to myself. "No more! You are going to run yourself right into the ground." So - that was my tipping point. That was back in December of 2009. I dragged my exercise bike out of the garage and into the house, gave it a good going over (not to mention cleaning off the dust and grime). I started - 5 minutes a day. The first day was good, the second, not so good. On the third it was better. Slow increments, 2 weeks at a time, 5 more minutes at a time.
And so time goes on. I found I could join the YMCA through my work, and so I did. I added weight training to the mix. Of course all the exercise didn't make a lot of difference unless I started eating healthier as well. So I dragged out my South Beach diet books and cook books and started doing the right thing. Plus I started writing everything I ate down. The food, the spices, even that parsley on the plate. (Ok, kidding about the parsley)
Today - I'm happy to report I've dropped 30 pounds towards my goal, and I JUST TODAY hit 30 minutes on my exercise bike PLUS 20 minutes on the elliptical at the gym.
That inner thin person is inside me and I'm going to pull his skinny little butt out into the world a day at a time, even if he is kicking and screaming to get out. This WILL happen!