It’s about to get real up in here.
Today I’m going to tell you how much I weigh. And some other crap.
Not that I particularly want to, but I think it’s important to keep it real here on the blog.
Until yesterday, we did not have a scale in this house.
I like it that way.
You see, while you would never know it now, in high school and college I was like crazily obsessed with working out, to a point that it was unhealthy. I would literally work out 6-8 hours every day. My senior year, I would play tennis, then go to competitive cheerleading practice, then 2 days a week I went to private tumbling and conditioning classes, had some private lessons with a Ravens cheerleader, signed up for yoga and Tae-bo classes during the school day, and I would go home and do an additional workout video. After the workout video I would do between 500 and 1,000 sit-ups because I read an article in some teeny bopper magazine that said that’s what Britney Spears did.
In order to keep up with that pace, I ate ALL OF THE THINGS. It didn’t matter because I burned them all off.
I’m not going to lie, I had quite a body. As a matter of fact, my friend’s mother actually nicknamed me, “The Body.”
This was me in some hotel somewhere before a cheerleading competition (I can tell from the fake hair on the dresser). I have no idea why I’m making that face.
In this picture I weighed 125 pounds.
I realize it’s not realistic to go back there again.
I don’t care if that’s where the BMI chart says I “should” be. My body needed at least 6 hours of exercise a day to be there.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Then I grew up and got married…
and had a career and then babies, which made it impossible to work out that much. 145 pounds and growing…
You know the story, “My kids made me fat, wah, wah, wah.”
My kids did not make me fat. Eating crappy food and not exercising as much as I should made me fat.
I do watch what I eat pretty closely now. I try to eat local and organic REAL (not processed) food as much as possible.
But I hardly exercise at all.
Part of me is scared that I will take it overboard again and be an unhealthy role model for my daughters, but part of me just got lazy.
And part of me is pissed off at the BMI charts and the magazine covers and wants to scream,
DAMMIT, I AM NOT FAT. I GAVE BIRTH TWICE. I HAVE BREASTS AND A SQUISHY TUMMY AND STRETCH MARKS AND THEY ARE ALL PRETTY FREAKING AWESOME.
Well, ok, I might be a little bit fat, but I certainly wouldn’t consider myself “obese” like the BMI charts do. And I wouldn’t consider myself ugly like the magazines would, either.
I have jeans and skirts in my closet that are a size 8 and fit me just fine. I also have several that are a size 12. Whatever.
I’m pretty happy with the way I look and so is my husband.
Do I look obese to you? Don’t answer that.
This picture was taken in October (3 months ago):
And this one was taken just two weeks ago
I realize I do have some weight to lose, I’m not delusional.
But I’m going to do this in a healthy way that sets a good example for my children, particularly the girls.
So here’s what we are going to do. And what we are NOT going to do.
Every week I’m going to weigh in and if you want, you can do it with me. I’m going to call it Get Skinny Saturday. I might not get skinny, but I will get skinnier.
I’m NOT weighing myself more than once a week.
I’m NOT exercising more than 45 minutes a day.
I’m going to eat mostly real food and drink mostly water.
I am NOT going to join some diet club and eat their fake food in a box.
I’m NOT going to cut out chocolate. Nope, not gonna do it.
I’m NOT going to set unrealistic goals like “I want to get back in my wedding dress by our anniversary.”
I’m NOT going to focus on the number on the scale.
I am going to join this diet bet website with a few friends, and we are going to try to lose 4% of our body weight together this month in a healthy way. For me, 4% is about 7 pounds. 7 pounds in a month, less than 2 a week, seems realistic enough to be able to do in a healthy way. If I’m successful, I win money and I’m donating part of the proceeds to children in foster care, which is a cause close to my heart.
Today I started taking the first steps by drinking water instead of tea (which I always put sugar in) and doing a free 20 minute Denise Austin exercise video on YouTube.
Ok, time for the first weekly weigh in
Ouch. That is about what I weighed when I was 9 months pregnant with Abby.
It is what it is.
What it is is a beginning.
This is where we are starting.
Let’s see how far we go.
Are you coming with me?
Are you brave enough to post your weight in the comments?