I have an unhealthy relationship with my scale. For years now I hop on it every single morning while the shower warms up. Part habit, part obsession I guess. Unfortunately, the numbers have not been encouraging over the last couple of years. There has been movement. In the wrong direction.
Don't get me wrong. I have had some all too brief successes with movement in the right direction. But never very far and never for very long. I've developed some terribly bad food habits and have become very sedentary.
I am going to try to change this.
Full disclosure - I am now 160 lbs. (at 5 feet almost 4 inches).
I was 160 pounds when I gave birth to Little Boo.
I had actually gone a couple of pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight at one point, when he was about 18 months. All the way down to 139. I was so excited. But it's been a pretty steady climb upward in the 2 1/2 years since. Now I'm having trouble getting into my clothes, and feeling tired all the time and just not feeling great.
Little Boo likes to tell me my bum is fat. Nice kid. I commented the other day that I wanted to lose a few pounds. His response? "Maybe you should try some exercises. How about push-ups? That's an exercise." Oh my.
So, last week I vowed to take a brief break from my scale and to cut out the junk food. Well, as much as I can handle. I don't have a specific diet plan. I'm going to try adding more fruits and veggies and deleting bad fats and cutting back on carbs. And booze., (God help me!) Cutting back, not cutting out. And drinking way more water. Adding in walking (weather permitting at this stage) We'll see how it goes.
I am allowed back on the scale on Feb 1. (About 2 weeks since last check.) I am really hoping to be on the good side of 160 by then. I'll let you know.
Advice and moral support welcome!