I am a big girl. I have fought weight issues since my first child was born. I gain, I lose, I gain....you know how this goes. I have never been strict on myself when I say I am going to diet (which I do often). In general my diets have only last a few weeks. You see, I have a serious problem....I LOVE FOOD! Food makes me feel good. When I feel depressed I eat. I eat sweets and junk food and greasy food (comfort foods).
A couple years ago we took family pictures at Christmas time, this is when it really hit me that I
looked horrible. In a picture of just me and my daughter she has her hand on my belly....what looks like a pregnant belly! I almost died when I saw this picture. My stomach stuck out as far as my boobs! (and I have big boobs) That was when I got even more depressed. I gave up on caring how I looked, it was obvious. I felt fat, undesirable and just like crap. I kept saying I was going to do something about it, but I never did....until my physical this year.
No woman likes to step on a scale. Scales are a woman's arch enemy! But, being the masochist I am, I had to watch to see what my weight was....215 pounds! Are you kidding me???? I didn't even weigh that much 9 months pregnant (after gaining 50 pounds)! I had it. I was done. I didn't care what I had to do I was going to lose weight. Not just a little weight either, I WILL WEIGH NO MORE THAN 150! So it was time to get tough on myself. So with the help of my doctor I have come up with a weight loss plan. I have cut my calories (which I track religiously with My Fitness Pal), I have completely cut out soda, candy bars, fast food....pretty much all junk food, and I walk. I walk with my sister as many days a week as we can, 3-5 miles a day. I can have 1700 calories a day, and most days I fall well under that once my activities are deducted from it. I got
real strict March 1st, the day before my 36th birthday. Since then I have lost 21 pounds. I step on the scale once a week (sometimes more if I am feeling fat) and it makes me happy to see those numbers go down each week. I am well on track to meet my goal of 150 by July 31st. And I am finally feeling good about myself.
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This is me as of 3 days ago |
GOAL #1: LOSE 65 POUNDS BY JULY 31ST, 2014
I smoke....I smoke A LOT! I have been smoking since I was 15. I know all the medical reasons why this is bad, I have just chosen to ignore them. My kids have asked me for years to quit, and still I didn't. (Let me just add here that I did quit smoking during my 3 pregnancies.) Every year I say I am going to quit, and every year I don't. Part of the reason I have continued to smoke is I have been afraid if I were to quit I would gain a ton of weight (remember... major weight issues). The other major reason is smoking is a stress release for me. There is just something about lighting up when I am pissed or stressed that just makes me feel better (I am sure it has something to do with the nicotine).


GOAL #3: PARTICIPATE IN A 5K WITHIN THE NEXT YEAR

And the anger. God how I want to just let go of all the anger inside me. It has made me such a mean,
bitter, unhappy person. How can any one love the person that I am? How have they been able to stand by me and except me? Honestly, there are very few people in my life that have stuck by me through all my crazy shit. I have few friends from my high school days, and even fewer from my adulthood. I am lucky to have the people in my life that I have. I am lucky my husband has stuck by me for the past 15 years (and they have been HARD years). He may not be the most supportive person, but maybe that is just because I don't welcome his support most of the time. (Although, telling me I am beautiful and noticing physical changes would be awesome every once in a while) He is one of the people I need to forgive and let go of his past wrong doings, I need to allow us to move on from them. God that is hard, but it has to be done in order to move on.
WOW there was definitely a lot to that last goal. Who knew that when you decided that it was time to be happy again you would have to revisit the past for just a minute to forgive, forget and put it all behind you.
GOAL #4: BE HAPPY! FORGIVE, FORGET AND MOVE FORWARD
So there it is, laid out in black and white (well....purple, white and red). These are my goals for this year. No, I wont call them resolutions, because resolutions are made to be broken, goals are set to keep. And I am DETERMINED to follow through and keep these 4 simple goals I have set for myself this year.

Now that's what I call "putting it out there so I am held accountable".