Thursday, February 21, 2013
So...I took my measurements the other day. I haven't been able to locate my spreadsheet from the last time I took them, but I know I'm up a good bit around my midsection. My belly is always the first place my extra weight goes. I store some in my butt/thighs, but the bulk of it goes right to my lower tummy. I just got finished going through my closet and organizing my pants into 3 categories: "fat" pants (which is what I'm wearing right now), muffin top from hell (can get them buttoned but it's not pretty), and "You're joking, right?" (can't even get them over my hips). It was a sobering experience... I currently own 3 pairs of pants in which I feel comfortable leaving the house. (I flat out REFUSE to go out in public wearing yoga pants...unless I'm attending a yoga class). I did this to myself, though. Not only has my bad eating caught up with me, but at every size change along the way, I have made a trip to Goodwill to donate anything that was little loose so I wouldn't have them to fall back on. So far, this has been my first major backslide.
In short, unless I want to start going around in a toga, I better get moving more and stop stuffing my face. I went grocery shopping yesterday and stocked up on lots of fruits and veggies and planned some better meals. It's been so easy to fall into the "I don't feel like cooking so why don't we go out or have something delivered" trap lately, so it's time to snap out of that. Eating out is a major pitfall. It's hard for me to do it just once in a while. If I do it once, then I want to do it again, and again. Today, I'm going to make a big pot of vegetable soup. Then in a couple of days when I'm starving and don't feel like cooking, it's already there and just has to be reheated.