I'm the fattest I've ever been in my life, including when I was 9 months pregnant. This fact makes me want to cry daily. Instead, it's making me focus, I CAN do this! I CAN get healthy. If not for me, for my two precious awesome boys. They don't need a fat mom, they need a healthy mom, one who plays WITH them, not watches them play. One who's not afraid to go on a bounce house, or a swing. One who can take them hiking (a hobby I loved as a child, myself). Just a mom who is there, not in the background.
So here starts my journey. I've been on Weight Watchers on and off for the last 12 years or so, this WILL be my last time. My weight this time starts at 247 pounds. Yup, I just posted what my weight is. I'm 31 years old, and want to turn myself to 31 years young. And at 247 pounds (yup, there it is again) it won't happen.
My weigh ins are on Thursdays, so every week, I'll post my loss (or gain, but hopefully no gain) Also, there Will be pics, just not yet. I'm not ready for the world to see me as I am (it's bad enough people see me everyday) But when the weight starts to come off, I'll need to show the progress..
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