I realize I've had 3 kids, but come on! How the hell did I get to be 1?9 pounds?! It's certainly not the KFC in my fridge or the cheez-its in the pantry, right? And it has nothing to do with me sitting on the computer half the day, right? Or the middle of the night get-up-to-pee-eat-a-brownie-and-have-a-big-glass-0f-milk attacks? DEAR LORD! Someone get me moving!
I've always struggled with my weight. Even in high school I was the biggest girl in our little clique. Still am! I come from a family of big girls, mostly. Then there's my sister who's a size 6. I'm not jealous of her though, she works very hard to stay that little. She deserves to be thin.
I also married into a family of eaters. I'm blown away watching my father in law pack away 6 hot dogs, and several sides only to eat again a couple of short hours later. And what's sad is that my husband who eats less is more overweight. I guess it's his lack of movement that does it for him.
I'm happy to say though that I've motivated myself enough to start exercising. Our family has a Wii that my boys enjoy all too often. I have several exercising "games" and my new favorite one is Jillian Michaels. I set it for 1 hour at medium intensity and in front of the air conditioner I get my body moving. Last night I took the boys to ride their bikes at the fairground and I walked, so 2 times yesterday I exercised. Then I sat down last night in front of the television to watch a marathon of Ice Road Truckers on the DVR and sabotaged my efforts with stupid Cheez-its!! Ugh, will it never end? The cravings? The laziness?
Maybe I'll get there...40 pounds to go.