So last Monday, I finally got disgusted enough with myself to set a plan in motion. My plan was/is to cut down portion sizes, watch carb and sugar intake, and to think about what I eat before I put it into my mouth.
That plan has worked in the past, and I believe it's working now!
Of course, there is an exercise element as well. I don't have any issue with this part, because running is what I love, and I don't have to make myself do that at all. I do have to make sure that I get in weight training and core work at least 5 times a week. That's tough on the nights when all I want to do is take a shower and get downstairs to the couch and the TV. :)
I am 5'2". The most that I've ever weighed is 134. The least that I've ever weighed is 90. 112-116 is a good range for me. Around 113-114, I feel really fit.
SO...last Monday, I weighed 121.5. This morning, I weighed 118.5= a total loss of 3 pounds! I am very happy with the progress, and it gives me encouragement to keep working at it.
I have battled with food ever since my mid-20's. On the one hand, I want to enjoy life and eat chocolate chip cookies and a doughnut every now and then...even a few french fries from time to time. On the other hand, I like running in just a sports bra, and I want my abs to be "cut." I am not one who can "splurge" every now and then. A splurge makes me feel like I am off track, and then I go off track for real.
Sometimes I want to throw caution to the wind....realize that I'm 40 years old and I should eat whatever I want and not worry about fitting into a pair of skinny jeans. Then the other side of me chimes in, "Why not be the best that you can be????"
Right now, the skinny jeans are more alluring than doughnuts and french fries.
The journey continues...