Turning over a new leaf.
Enough is enough.
Since my wedding day, I have literally gained the amount of weight equal to the total weight of my now six-year-old son. As in, his weight today. Not the day he was born.
So, I’m back in the saddle.
Two things need to happen, right?
Step One: DIET
I signed back up for Weight Watchers. See?
Prior to my wedding I joined Weight Watchers (like 9 gazillion other women do once they get that ring on their finger and the countdown begins), and lost 35 lbs like it was nothing. No problem at all.
Granted, I was 29.
Granted, my house was free of leftover chicken nuggets and mac and cheese and, usually, bottles of Pinot Grigio. Oh, and it was also free of needy children.
And, I had a MAJOR goal (skinny bride!) and a FIRM deadline.
It was easy to get out after work and Rollerblade along the Charles. It was easy to hop over to Boston Sports Club on my lunch break for a 30 minute run on the treadmill. It was easy to take the stairs. It was easy to grab a salad from the restaurant in my office building.
Today? Yeah. Not so much.
Step Two: EXERCISE
So, I also organized a group of six women to get together every Wednesday morning at a personal training joint where we get our a** kicked for an hour in a class called Tread n Shed. The very first class was two days ago, it was absolutely brutal and we all loved it.
I swear I think I burned 3,972 calories. And, I only nearly passed out once!
And, I’m not even sore. Except for when I try to get out of bed, out of a chair, walk up or down stairs, get into my car, pick up my kids or bend over. The rest of the time I’m totally fine.
Oh, and when we’re not out-of-town, I think I’ll do the class on Saturday mornings, too. That is, if I can walk by then.
I know. I know I need to add more exercise into that plan.
But, it’s a start.
I have some blog friends out there in cyber world who have gone on a weight loss tear and, to hold themselves accountable, they posted a BEFORE picture of themselves in their workout clothes on Day One.
I took a picture.
Yeah, well, that’s not happening.
Suffice to say that this polar bear is roughly my size. And, he’s a lot cuter.
And, perhaps, more coordinated on a treadmill.