310.2. This number is the highest it's ever been on my body. I knew something was off last week when my knees were crackling, my body hurt, my joints were hurting, and I was having trouble wiping my butt. I'm 26 years old.
Someone else shared with me that wiping their butt was also a struggle at their heaviest. It's such a humiliating and humbling thing to admit to.
I fucked up. I struggle to thoroughly wipe my butt.
I don't aim to please society, but I aim to feel good. I aim to not have my knees hurt, to be able to fit in a rollercoaster seat, to be able to perform daily tasks without stopping to catch my breath.
My completely thought out goals and steps I'm taking to change this are as follows:
Walk my dog everyday. He needs it. I need it. My fitbit collects steps like it's nobody's business when I walk his furry butt around my beautiful neighborhood.
Plan my meals. Prepare my meals. Do not wait until the day of to decide what I should bring to work for lunch. The week before is best, and the sunday before a work week is a great day to prep my lunches for work.
Attend classes at the YMCA that the DoD has so generously sponsored my membership for. Try out water aerobics, kickboxing, bootcamp, body pump, zumba. You never know what might click with me and make me feel like a bad ass.
I can be healthy, I can live past 40, and I can enjoy my life.
Ready, set, go.