Weight Loss Since 12/15/08: 14 pounds



fiftystones

The inane ramblings of a forty-year-old hopeful loser. After failing to lose fifty pounds of baby weight on a host of programs since giving birth FOUR years ago, I'm still at it. This blog is intended to chronicle that journey and to keep me accountable.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Feeling better but...

I'm mentally feeling better but still farting around with the weight loss. Do well for a week. Don't see a loss on the scale. Get frustrated and go back to my ingrained "who cares anyway?" attitude. My weight is just where it is one month ago.

Maybe that should be a small victory since the past month saw Christmas, New Year's, my 40th birthday, and a work trip.

Anyway, time to get down to it again. My ww buddy is back from vacation. We had been trading emails about our daily WW points/activities and when she left, my attempts to track became even more half assed. So today, I start again (how many times do I have to say that before it actually means progress?).

I've been sick this week so it's been difficult to work out--my last workout was Thursday (4 miles on the hotel treadmill). I will feel MUCH better if I can get some activity in today, but it's just the kids and me while the husband is off at work. Four-year-olds aren't terrible patient about their mother on a exercise bike or treadmill (sometimes they mercilessly beg to join me).

Moab is in seven weeks. Even five pounds will make it a little easier. I can do this.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The strength to start all over again

Love this quote from the Curious Case of Benjamin Button:

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”

It resonates with me on many levels, most notably my current situation at work. It sucks. I'm not performing to my potential. I want to move on but the economy sucks. It's taking a toll on my health. I cannot afford to keep going on this way...