My kindergartner is doing a fun run at school this Friday. He has been ‘training’ which involves running around the house. It looks so easy. He is just running.
So why am I having a problem starting to run?
I have started to do a little running. I run pushing D in his stroller from the bus stop to our house in the morning after we drop off M. That is a start, right?
Am I afraid of succeeding?
I had gone to a therapist when I was battling with postpartum depression after M was born. In the last session with her, I mentioned about being afraid of succeeding. She told me that was interesting and wrote down a whole hell of a lot of notes. Is that what my problem is now?
They have sports boulder-holders for the boobies but they don’t have fat holders for all the other jiggly bits overweight people have. Yeah, I’m down some pounds and I’m getting a little bit more toned than I had been before. BUT, there is a whole lotta BUTT that jiggles when I run. It kinda hurts.
But I need to run that BUTT off, right?
I need some tough love, people. Please give me some advice.
I am taking a big step today and writing about my new journey towards losing weight.
I am a big girl. Just writing that last sentence took some courage because I don’t like to really admit it. I mean I joke about it, but I don’t like to THINK of myself as a big girl.
I know I can lose weight because I did it before. Since puberty, I have been overweight. In my mid to late 20s I lost a lot of weight. Then I got married and popped out two kids and went back to my old bad habits.
I don’t like being unhealthy. I don’t like being out of shape. I want to be able to play with my kids and not worry about getting out of breath when I run after them. I want to be able to go on bike rides with my family this year. I want to run a 5k.
I recently saw a picture of myself and I thought “That’s Enough!”. So I started back up on Weight Watchers. That was February 16th. I’ve lost 8 pounds so far.
So, why am I writing about this?
I want to be accountable for my weight loss. Every Wednesday, I will post about my journey. The good days and the bad days. I will post about the Full Body Torture class I take on Mondays and the conversations I have with myself over the food choices I make.