You might as well do it thoroughly. So, when I fell off the wagon, I really fell off the wagon.
I achieved a low weight of 162 pounds in the spring of 2017, with a total loss of about 46 pounds. I felt FABULOUS. Healthy, vital, attractive, strong. Since then, it's all been going in reverse, with pounds piling their way back on. I know there were several events that led to this: I started working more due to my husband's lack of working; then my marriage essentially ended; then I started working even more as his unemployment ended and he transitioned to disability, and we almost lost the house; etc., etc., etc. It was not a pleasant year between last fall and this one.
So, fast forward to today. I fell bloated and uncomfortable, back up at about 190 pounds. I feel easily exhausted. I have heartburn and reflux. I have basically no muscle definition, and have had to buy increasingly larger clothes. I also have more headaches again, including monthly migraines during PMS. I am also not sleeping well. While I have been having some fun eating all the foods, it just isn't enough fun to keep on with. And it sets such a terrible example for my kids.
I've managed to go from a 56-60 hour work week to about 40. I have time to work out, but I don't. I have time to meal prep, but I don't do that either. It's time to turn it back around! I reached out to my coach friend today, and she's going to adjust her schedule so we can meet up in her garage/home gym once a week for a killer upper body workout. That's step one. Step two, I downloaded (re-downloaded really) the Couch Potato to 5K app to my phone, so I can get going with that again. Three, I've been reviewing some of my favorite dishes from my "healthy time," as I've decided to call it. Four, I've decided that if I am going to continue paying for a gym membership, I had better use it!
No more waiting. No more excuses. I'm almost 46... time to do this!
