40 a year for 4 years
Thursday, January 10, 2013
So, this is how it starts. Year after year of watching what I eat, tracking my weight, trying to exercise more and I'm heavier than ever. Every big milestone that came in my life (usually, birthday's but also New Years), I'd make a goal to lose some weight by the next milestone. That would get me motivated for a bit, but before long I'd be back to my old habits.
Right around my birthday (12/27/12) I had to get my driver's license renewed. We women never like our license pictures but I was actually quite happy with the one I'd had the last 4 years... then came the new one. I was shocked -- close up, huge round face, and I just looked unhappy and unhealthy. For the next couple of weeks the image of that picture rattled around in my head, and every time I opened my wallet and saw it I would just get more depressed.
Then, one day on Facebook I saw a little advert to the side about a woman on a quest to lose 40 lbs by the time she was 50. I thought, I can do that - 50 is four years away. But I determined to lose 40 lbs a year until I am 50. That's 160 lbs total, and if I achieve it I will be 140 lbs at the end. Being 300 (ok, 303.6 at my start weigh in) is depressing and almost an all time high. I'm just barely over 5 feet.
So, off I go. I've gone to the gym twice this week and walked over 30 minutes both times. I'm tracking my food here on Sparkpeople to keep me honest about what I eat and make me accountable. And I'm writing a blog, I hope once a week, to remind myself of why I'm doing this.
I'm losing weight because I want to live long, and healthily
I'm exercising more because I want to have stamina, to be able to keep up with friends in the mall, or at a park, and not be the one who's bringing up the rear.
I want to be able to comfortably travel on an airplane without being the person everyone doesn't want to sit next to, or need a seat belt extender.
I want to go to concerts, theaters, plays and not worry that I won't fit into the seats.
I don't want to be the person who offers to take the picture, instead of being IN the picture.