Here's the thing: I have put on a considerable number of pounds in the last year and now I'm trying to take it off. So, because I have this fancy schmancy blog...I'm going to use it to keep myself accountable.
I started doing Weight Watchers and counting points (again) last Sunday, January 20 and by yesterday, January 27, I was down 6.2 lb. I've decided that between that and working out more often, I have developed a pretty good plan to get back into shape and into my favorite jeans.
Weight is and has always been an issue for me. 3 years ago I lost 60 lb. It took about 9 months of eating well and working my ass off (quite literally) but I did it. I was proud of myself. And I looked and felt great! My hormones were all out of whack from losing weight too quickly and I didn't have a period for 7 months at one point. But dammit, I was thin. I then leveled out and maintained a pretty healthy weight for my body type and I decided to start running and a little 5K lead me to a half marathon at the end of 2010. While training for that, I was in the best shape of my life! I was comfortable and happy with my weight and overall health. I even did another half marathon at the end of 2011! (Which I am not proud to say that I did not train properly for, but did it anyway.) And then 2012 happened. My Lord, did it HAPPEN. I am 99.99% sure I had Illio-tibial band syndrome which is caused by overworking your legs so, in early 2012 I really slacked off on the running and working out in general. Running too much/not training properly is what causes the ITBS in the first place so I just stopped running altogether. And my ITBS went away. Imagine that. Then I got lazy, I got bored, I had no motivation. Cut to gaining some weight back and feeling like a big, (let's just say it) fat, failure. I went up 2 pant sizes and my boobs got ginormous -- which is not a good thing. So, now here I am... a chubby girl wearing the size 10 jeans I swore I would never wear again, who has come to terms with the fact that I let myself go. It's my own fault and I can openly admit that. Shit happens.
I've recommitted to getting back to what I was though. I've actually been using my gym membership that I pay for each month and running here and there. It feels good! So, here I go again. My favorite jeans are calling my name.
I'll update every week with my results. And I'm pretty sure no one reads this anyway so this works out nicely; I get to put all of this out there and yet know that no one will see it. Win win.