WHOA! What happened to 175? Now I am tipping the scales at 186. Where in the hell did that 11 pounds come from?
You would think that this would have given me some motivation, right? Nah. I didn't get to be a buck eighty six by being what you would call motivated. When I met my husband 8 years ago, I weighed in at 106 and wore a size 0 pants. Ten pounds a year doesn't sound like much...but stack up the better part of a decade, and I've almost doubled myself.
I joined karate with my husband and middle daughter, not as a means to lose weight, but just to have something to do as a family. Our son had been training for several months and loved it, so we all decided to give it a shot. Much to my surprise, my jeans kept getting looser...and looser...and looser...and it didn't take long before I found myself digging in the back of my closet for an old pair of jeans that were small enough.
NOW I've got my motivation. Once it starts coming off, you just want to keep going and going. Couple weeks ago, I was having a horrible day and there was no karate class, so I couldn't go beat the shit out of some poor innocent person to release my frustrations...so I did something I've never done before. Strapped on a pair of running shoes and hit the bricks...literally.
I probably ran less than 50 yards before I felt like I was going to die. So I started walking...caught my breath and pounded the pavement some more.
I've been doing this every night since then, and now I'm up to a quarter mile before my lungs threaten to explode.
Weighed in this morning at 175....and i'm down 4 pants sizes. So I reckon I'll just keep on going and see where it leads. And, I guess I'll start blogging my results. I want to track this progress, and hold myself accountable...even though I have exactly zero readers. lol
NOW I've got my motivation. Once it starts coming off, you just want to keep going and going. Couple weeks ago, I was having a horrible day and there was no karate class, so I couldn't go beat the shit out of some poor innocent person to release my frustrations...so I did something I've never done before. Strapped on a pair of running shoes and hit the bricks...literally.
I probably ran less than 50 yards before I felt like I was going to die. So I started walking...caught my breath and pounded the pavement some more.
I've been doing this every night since then, and now I'm up to a quarter mile before my lungs threaten to explode.
Weighed in this morning at 175....and i'm down 4 pants sizes. So I reckon I'll just keep on going and see where it leads. And, I guess I'll start blogging my results. I want to track this progress, and hold myself accountable...even though I have exactly zero readers. lol
