At the beginning of November my daughter had a birthday party, and I appeared in several of the pictures that my husband took of the festivities. Somehow I've trained myself to not see what I really look like in the mirror, but those pictures confronted me with the truth that I'm much bigger than I realized. I've posted one of them with this blog to remind myself why I'm doing this.
I began to make healthier food choices and increase my exercise, and I lost a few pounds, but then I plateaued for three weeks. A few days ago I finally broke through the plateau with a .3 pound weight loss. With as hard as I've been working, .3 pound in four weeks was depressing.
And then today I finally got around to sorting through the piles of papers on my desk that need to be filed. They've been building up for several years, and one of the documents I discovered was my hospital admission form when I was in labor with my daughter. My weight at nine months pregnant was exactly the same as it is now.
It's time for this to stop. I've joined DietBet in the hopes that the competition, accountability, and money on the line will inspire me to push myself beyond what I've been able to do before. Morbid obesity contributed to my mother's death, and though I'm not morbidly obese myself, I can see myself getting there if I don't make some serious changes.
So here I go. Even though the starting weigh-in isn't until tomorrow, yesterday I began to follow the diet and exercise plan that I hope will make me a winner this month.
Good luck everyone!