January 2nd, 2013

Yeah, I know...original title, huh?  Well, this is my first attempt at blogging...so we'll see how consistent I am with this.  The first one is the most important one, though, right?  13 has always been my lucky number.  I remember being little and telling people that my favorite number was 13.  I've always liked 13.  When I played sports in high school, my number was always 13.  So...this is MY year!!

I have had a weight problem my whole life.  As long as I can remember I have been fat.  I have yo-yoed for years...going up and down and up and down...and it usually correlates to something that is going on in my life...good or bad.  I was athletic in high school, but still chunky.  I remember being mortifed when I got on a scale in the 10th grade in front of my peers and heard my P.E. teacher call out "220" to my peer writing our numbers down on her clipboard.  I was shocked and ashamed.  BUT, it didn't stop me from eating.  I went off to college and while my friends were gaining their freshman 15, I was gaining my freshman 100...when I returned home from 6 years of college and started my first job, I weighed 360 pounds.  I knew I needed to do something about it, so I lost 20 on my own, and then joined Weightwatchers where I lost another 100.  I got married, and got pregnant the next day, and ballooned back up to 315 pounds.  I lost 60, got pregnant again, and ended up back at WeightWatchers weigh in at 307 pounds...and I have struggled with this since.  I was down to 242 pounds in October 2012, when emotionally I snapped.  October is a rough month for me, and I'm sure I'll blog about it sometime, but it sent me on an eating binge that could have made me lose it again.  BUT, tonight, January 2nd, 2013, I stopped the cycle.  I walked into my WeightWatcher meeting, took the hit on my weigh-in chart, and found out that I was 271.  I was devastated that I once again am losing this weight AGAIN...GRR!  But this is going to be the last time.  I think I can see when trouble is coming, and I'm better equipped to deal with my emotional eating.  I came home from weighing in, stripped down to my underwear, and had my five-year-old take pictures of me from the front, and from the side.  I will spare you THAT view for now, but I'm thinking looking at this when I'm feeling like stuffing my face will definitely be inspiring...because I can't imagine looking like this anymore.  I am embarrassed and I want to be healthy.  So, here we go!  I'm about to kick my overeating habit and start exercising.

This last summer, I had started a couch to 10K program and I was LOVING it!  Then, I sprained my ankle and my foot and couldn't do it anymore...but I'm starting again.  Monday I will begin day one of the program.  I also am using WeightWatchers new activelink tool, which I think will be helpful.

So, I hope that I can stick with it this time.  And I hope that I have some people join up with me.  I need all the support I can get!  So harp away!  Make me drop the cookies or the cheeseburgers or whatever else I might be eating.  I ordered groceries and planned out my menus for two weeks so I'm set to go!!  I'm looking forward to losing again and feeling great.  So, WHO'S WITH ME??