Well, hello there everybody! I'm taking the big plunge and starting up my own diary instead of just reading all of yours! So here's my story.... (I'll warn you now, once I get started I tend to ramble a bit!)
I used to be one of those lucky people all the other girls hated. I was 125 lbs and 5'8" - and could eat anything I wanted (which I did!). Then, I met my sweetie and a year later I'm pregnant. I gained 55 lbs total through the pregnancy! But I didn't worry, I thought it would just all melt off when the baby was born, after all, I'd never had to worry about weight before! Well, all that "melted off" was 10 lbs... and there I was. No knowledge about proper diet or exercise and terribly depressed. Over the past 3 years I've educated myself about diet and broken my fear of the gym, but it feels like I try so hard and the needle on that darn scale won't budge, so I give up and go back to my old ways.... Anyways over the last 3 years I've lost about 5 lbs a year, which is better than nothing, but I'm tired of not fitting into my prepregnancy clothes! I have friends that have had babies after me, and they're back to normal already!
So. Here's the stats:
HW: 185
CW: 160
GW: 135
I've been wondering... Is it possible to be addicted to a place? If so, mine is definitely good old 7-11... Slurpees, chips, cigarettes... If I could just ban that place out of my life I would be the healthiest fittest person you ever met!
So. My goal this week is to drink more water, at least 80 oz a day (I don't know, how much am I supposed to shoot for?) and set a date to quit smoking. I've also started wearing a stepometer to see how many steps I usually take per day, and next week I'll set a goal to up it....
Today, it tells me: 6956 steps (I think you're supposed to try for 10,000 right?)
Anyways, thanks for being patient with me and my long-winded stories... It feels good to just put my thoughts down. I'm looking forward to joining the journey with you guys...
I used to be one of those lucky people all the other girls hated. I was 125 lbs and 5'8" - and could eat anything I wanted (which I did!). Then, I met my sweetie and a year later I'm pregnant. I gained 55 lbs total through the pregnancy! But I didn't worry, I thought it would just all melt off when the baby was born, after all, I'd never had to worry about weight before! Well, all that "melted off" was 10 lbs... and there I was. No knowledge about proper diet or exercise and terribly depressed. Over the past 3 years I've educated myself about diet and broken my fear of the gym, but it feels like I try so hard and the needle on that darn scale won't budge, so I give up and go back to my old ways.... Anyways over the last 3 years I've lost about 5 lbs a year, which is better than nothing, but I'm tired of not fitting into my prepregnancy clothes! I have friends that have had babies after me, and they're back to normal already!
So. Here's the stats:
HW: 185
CW: 160
GW: 135
I've been wondering... Is it possible to be addicted to a place? If so, mine is definitely good old 7-11... Slurpees, chips, cigarettes... If I could just ban that place out of my life I would be the healthiest fittest person you ever met!
So. My goal this week is to drink more water, at least 80 oz a day (I don't know, how much am I supposed to shoot for?) and set a date to quit smoking. I've also started wearing a stepometer to see how many steps I usually take per day, and next week I'll set a goal to up it....
Today, it tells me: 6956 steps (I think you're supposed to try for 10,000 right?)
Anyways, thanks for being patient with me and my long-winded stories... It feels good to just put my thoughts down. I'm looking forward to joining the journey with you guys...