So here I am, 11 days into January, and feeling a bit better....... Christmas Eve was an eye-opening experience, and so was New Year's Eve. I stepped up on the scale to see the damage from the holidays -- and it was staring back at me in massive boldface, 72-point type, yelling, "NOW. You have to do something NOW."
My weight was definitely up, but BOY I didn't think it would be that high..... the highest it had been in almost 3 years, which was right around the same time all my health issues came roaring up. Even though it wasn't an official weigh-in, I looked at where I was on 12/31/13 and where I was on 12/31/14 -- a 25-pound gain. YOWZA.
Twenty-five pounds? That was it. I was done. Done, done, done. Tired of feeling tired. Tired of feeling lousy. Tired of feeling sorry for myself for whatever reason. Ready to get moving again in the other direction. Ready to feel like myself again. Sure, I'm going to have to deal with the medical things, but so be it.
I started by getting my butt back to my gym. I can't do three days a week right now -- the schedule simply will not allow it. But I can go two days a week -- so I have been. And I can make better food choices, at least 80-85% of the time -- and I have been. I can track my food. I can move a little more at the office. I can make sure I drink the water I'm supposed to. I can do these little things -- and they may not make huge changes each week, but they will add up to the little changes I need. And perhaps by year's end I'll have that 25 pounds back off, getting ever so close to my goal again.
And remember this.....