Tuesday, April 17, 2012
I'm going to be talking A LOT about my wedding that's coming up in November. I'm going to try on dresses this Friday and while I'm nervous because of my weight, I'm excited too. I am looking forward to getting in shape and looking, and more importantly, feeling good, on my day. That's why I came back. Because I know that I can't do it alone anymore. Been there, tried that, have the extra 67 pounds on my body to prove it.
My other motivation are my children. I want to be able to play outside with them, and not get winded after five minutes. They deserve to have a healthy Mumma instead of the lump of depression that comes home from work and has to sit on the couch to rest.
I want to be able to walk up the four flights of stairs at work instead of always taking the long way around the parking lot just to use the elevator. I want to say "Yes, I'll come for a walk at lunch!" to my coworkers and actually be happy to get outside.
And so, I've been gymming it up the past few days at work. See, the gym is free at work. Treadmills, ellipticals, bikes, weights...they are all there for our use. And instead of taking advantage of it, I've been wasting time. I keep running the What Ifs through my mind. What if I'd actually stuck to SP last year...where would my weight and health be today?
But I can't live in the What Ifs anymore. I can just start from today and move on.
One of my coworkers is joining me at the gym. She wants to lose the weight too and it helps that she's so supportive. I had to tell my manager that I would be taking early lunches to go work out and he has surprised me with how excited he is for me. He's lost a lot of weight too and has been constant with a steady stream of "Good job"s and "You can do it"s. It helps.
It helps to come here and verbally vomit on this blog too. I can be honest here and say, I'm tired of being the fat friend and it stops today.