Thursday, January 15, 2009
Cleansing Myself, One Calorie At A Time
On my base the fitness center has a Biggest Loser contest. A group of 8-10 can join and work to lose weight for 8 weeks. Me and a few of my girls have decided to start a team. I think we are the Pink Princesses, maybe, I could be wrong.
This is such a good thing. I have never been "fat" but I have been out of shape. Somehow (it could be eating McDonald's everyday for the last few months) my body has gotten out. of. control.
Currently I am 10lbs lighter than I was when I gave birth to my daughter. This is so wrong on sooooo many levels. I know it's all my fault and take complete responsibility for it.
I am a runner, you know when I'm not eating my share of fries and cheeseburgers, but have fallen off my bandwagon. I had a Nike+ system and at one point, I was running 4-5 miles a day. Not so much anymore.
Tuesday night I barely ran 1.5 miles without passing out in mid stride. I went home and cried (in the shower) because I couldn't believe I let myself get to this point. I was the girl that could barely get to 100lbs. I was the girl that was maybe 120 when I met my husband. I was the girl who went from 160 to 130 after I had my daughter. Where did that girl go? Granted, I understand with age my metabolism has changed but once again, I know I did this to myself.
So, enough with the sobbing and on with taking action! This is it! I will no longer let the cookies and grease smack me around. I am in control! With the support of my friends, co-workers, and husband I will lose these extra pounds and start a healthier life.
I need the support of yall. I have manage to put my study material on my iPod so I can run and study at the same time. See how I multitask? I will put my stats on my sidebar and every Thursday I am going to blog about my progress.
If you have time, I would love each and everyone of you to leave me some supportive words. Even those that come by and not comment. Please. I will need to look back on these comments every now and then to give me that extra push. And if you see me reaching for that burger, or choosing ice cream over fruit. Smack me, or just lift up my shirt so I can see my own gut.
May the biggest loser win!