Since the last time I posted here my weight continued to increase. Lets be honest, though, it’s because I really didn’t care and didn’t put thought into me and what I was doing. However, last Tuesday a dear friend and I went back to Weight Watchers. I tipped the scales higher than I expected. Here are my two quick excuses: 1) we went to an evening meeting; I always weigh more in the evening and 2) I just wore what I had on that day, which was jeans. Normally when I weigh myself at home I’m in next to nothing. So, really the weight gain on the weight watchers scale wasn’t a HUGE shocker.

So, I jumped right into this week, head first as the saying goes. So far I’m down 5-6 pounds. Yay!

I weigh-in on Tuesday…stay tuned!

Cheers, Andrea

Today’s truth is that I’m starting to feel more of a desire to want to get moving. Hubs and I played volleyball yesterday and I felt sluggish.

Today’s truth is that I felt sluggish because A) I’m 39lbs heavier than I’d like to be and B) I’m graced this week with that monthly thing I loath. Yay me!

Here’s to another day, and another week!

Cheers, Andrea

Today’s truth is I’m okay with that. I felt comfortable in my own skin all week. Also, I didn’t really TRY to do anything about my weight this week, yet basically maintained.

Today’s truth is that it’s a new week, a new day, and I get to start again.

Cheers,

Andrea

Today’s truth is that I weighed-in at 183.4.

What does this mean? This means I am 38.4 pounds away from my target goal weight (145lbs). It’s been told that losing 2 pounds a week is healthy and an obtainable goal.

Today’s truth is that if I loose 2lbs per week. It will take me just over 19 weeks to obtain my goal weight. So, we’re looking at the first week of December 2009. Ultimately, I could be at goal before my 29th birthday.

What’s your truth?

Really, every day is the first day of the rest of your life. Right? Just like the last post. Every day should be treated like a Monday. Both of these concepts lend themselves to seizing the time NOW, not tomorrow or two or three days from now. Right now. Do you get it? Each one of us should be taking care of ourselves; the bodies that God gave us – NOW. Yesterday is in the past, tomorrow is uncertain – today is here staring you in the face!

So, what are you going to do today to take care of you?

Today I put on the devil swimsuit (as mentioned in the last post) and went swimming with my two children. I got 45 minutes of low impact excercise and as an added bonus got to see the joy on my kids face’s when they realized I was actually getting in the pool with them.

Life is not a spectator sport, enjoy it,

Andrea

Yesterday I hauled my two beautiful children to the mall in hunt of a swimsuit.

After one store I found myself on the phone crying to my mom and my 5 year old son tugging on my arm to tell me “it’s okay mommy”. I was humiliated.

Now, know this, I KNOW I’m not skinny. I never have been. Even at my most fit I’ve always been curvy. In high school it was the rage to wear knee high black leather boots. I could never keep up with that trend because my calves wouldn’t allow for me ever zip said boots up completely.

Here’s the thing. Yesterday I went to our local Macy’s in search of a “good” swimsuit. By good I mean a suit that is made of material that will actually hold all my previously mentioned curves in. I’ve tried going the inexpesive route – ie. Walmart, but they are poorly, sweatshop made, wads of fabric that would only hold together a girl shaped like a 10 year old boy. Not a pretty site for me. At my Macy’s there is the main department store, but then there are departments that have been segregated and put in their own locations our in the mall itself – away from the main location. Shoes and Womens. When I say Womens I mean BIG girls – size 16+ to 20 something. Ugh!

So here comes my humiliation. Not only could I NOT find a suit in the main department store that was acceptable and didn’t cry “I’m a size 16 trying to being something I’m not”, but I had to go out to the “other” Macy’s store that screamed, “hey, your fat – get your fat ass out of the department store. It no longer fits in the ‘box’! Bring on the tears.

Well, I’ve already humiliated myself once, might as well keep going. I tried on a few suits. They fit nicely and hold everything in. In comes another problem – they aren’t just swimsuits. They are more like swimdresses. I get it, I really do. The skirt part is to conceal my flaws and all. I just COULD NOT DO IT.

The next part of this sad story is much the same. I marched my kids out of the store and over to another retailer. I found more suits, size 16, that were meant to hold everything in. This time I managed to find some sans skirt, though, and 60% off!! Finally a bright part of the day.

The children and I went and celebrated my misery at Cinnabon. Par for the course.

I get home and hit up my cousin because we are suppose to be accontability partners – please don’t ask us how good we are doing in that department. It’s then that we realize that everyday needs to be viewed as a Monday. Most of us at one point or another have fallen into that trap of  saying, “on Monday I’m going to start my diet.” Why do we say Monday? Because that buys us a few more days of guilt free indulgence, knowing there is a goal date ahead, that’s why. Instead, we need to think of everyday being a Monday. We start right here, right now. It’s no longer an option to put off a few more days what you can accomplish now.

Alright, so here I go – Cheers and Happy Monday!

Andrea