Friday, January 04, 2013
I knew I gained weight.
I knew I was buying sizes I never wanted to see again.
I knew I was breathing hard going up a flight of stairs or doing anything remotely strenuous.
I knew I needed to get back on track.
But I did nothing about it.
That is, until I got my wake-up call on Sunday.
It snowed on Saturday night -- the first good snowstorm of the season -- and my daughter wanted to go sledding with me. I couldn't say no. So, I got out my old ski pants -- not the nice sleek ones I bought when I was at goal weight, but the larger, puffy ones. It was so hard to pull them over my hips. They were so tight that I probably wouldn't have gone out if there had been people around or if it had been daylight (it was around 6pm).
But that wasn't the wake-up call.
The wake-up call was how difficult it was to actually go sledding. It was hard to get off the ground at the bottom of the hill. I was out of breath. I had no stamina. I wanted to be done almost as soon as we started.
I do not want to become a spectator of my daughter's life. I want to be involved -- actively involved!
So, here I am 4 days into this and have a resolve unlike ever before. I have tracked my food, choosing fruit instead of junk after 7pm, and getting on the gazelle at least 15 minutes every day.