Fat. Overweight. Plump. Chubby. Thick. Full-Figured. Whatever you want to call it, I’m sick and tired (check the link at 6:10 for a smile) of being there. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been in shape in a VERY long time – I put on the clichéd ‘Freshman 15’ (and another my sophomore year for good measure) – but I have never weighed this much in my life and refuse to stay like this. No, I cannot blame the boys for my weight gain, but I am at the point where I can no longer blame their crazy eat/sleep/cry schedule on my (lack of) weight loss. I figure if celebs and models can do it (yes, I know most have trainers or chefs, but still), I CAN TOO. I have reached a time when there are no excuses left and too many reasons to just DO IT ALREADY.
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I’m putting all this out into the e-verse so I am held accountable. I will get fit and healthy. I will exercise at least every other day and continue my goals of portion control and healthy food habits. I will stop eating chips and chocolate instead of fruit and veggies and will drink more water than coffee. I don’t expect to ever look like this:
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But I want to love my body and wear clothes I like that actually look good. More importantly, I refuse to huff and puff after the boys when they start running around. I want to play with them all day long without having to catch my breath and I want them to grow up with healthy habits. It’s a common goal for parents, I know; my parents tried so hard to keep me on that path, but I inevitably strayed when we moved to the US and discovered Coke and McDonald’s.
This is not a quick slim down; no yo-yo diets here. Just good old-fashioned working out and eating better. I started a week ago (forgot how good it feels to work out!!) and resolve to use these images as motivation to continue.
Anyone else out there ready to jump in feet first? Join me, please, I’d love to hear your story.