I’m Not Gonna Lie…

I’m not gonna lie…I feel fat. And that’s a big part of why I’m doing this {“this” being the new blog and the whole “getting in shape thing}. This blog isn’t going to be as entertaining as Domestic Dork, I’m sure. Because, really, reading about what I eat? Not that exciting. And I’m not going to worry so much about grammar and typos on this blog. Because, while I’m sharing it {for accountability, and just in case someone does find it interesting for some reason} this blog is for me.

There was a point last year when I could run a mile. I’m afraid to see how far I could run now. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t make it a mile without having to stop and walk. So I’m back to square one in my efforts to be a runner. Someday I’d like to run a marathon. But first I need to be able to run a 5K. And before I can do that I have to get off my butt and run, period.

Sugar and I, well…we’re tight. But sugar isn’t a good friend. I need to spend way less time with her. Water, on the other hand, does not see me enough. She and I need to reunite. That’s why I’m gonna have 3 glasses of water a day for the next 31 days. They say you should have 8 glasses. But you know what, I’m starting small. I’m not gonna let perfectionism get me down. 3 glasses a day is better than 0 glasses a day and if I feel overwhelmed by the goal of 8 glasses than I can promise you I’ll give up.

Tonight I’m going on a walk with Adam and Lucy. It’s another small step, but it’s better than sitting on the couch and watching a movie which is normally what we do in the evenings.

I’m going to try the whole food journal thing. I’ll post everything I consume here on The Last 30 Pounds {30lbs}. Maybe knowing I have to tell the world that I ate a box of mini-donuts for lunch will be motivation enough to NOT eat the box of mini-donuts for lunch…you know, just for example…not like I would ever really eat a box of mini-donuts for lunch…*cough cough*…um, yeah…moving on!

So, why am I doing this? Well, like I said, I feel fat. And yeah, I know…we live in a culture with an unhealthy obsession with looks and I shouldn’t focus on my appearance as much as I should being healthy. Weight is just a number, yada yada yada. But even though I know that, I still don’t like feeling fat. I can fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans, but by “fit” I mean I can get them on, not that they’re comfortable or that I don’t have a massive muffin top spilling over them {because they aren’t and I do}. I’d like for that to change. I’d like to be about the size I was when I got married {which was a little over 4 years ago}. Maybe that’s not possible since I’ve had a baby. But I need a goal and that’s what I’ve chosen.

I also want to do this for Lucy. Aside from the appearance factor I’m not healthy. I’m too sedentary and I don’t eat well enough {I blame a lot of that on the fact that I hate, hate, HATE cooking}. I need to set a good example for her.

I’m also doing this for myself, to prove to myself that I CAN make changes, that I AM stronger than I think, that my will power is not entirely non-existent.

I’m not sure if I’ll choose a reward for myself should I reach my goal. I’m not sure yet what all I’m going to do. I’ll start with the water, and the food journal, and exercising for comments {1 minute per legitimate comment on this blog}. I’m also experimenting with the off-brand SlimFast. It’s maybe not the healthiest food ever, but it’s better than skipping lunch and then going overboard on junky snack foods because I’m so hungry.

So, that’s that. Welcome to my new blog.