Day One, Sort Of

Today is day one of my attempt to blog my journey of losing weight, appreciating life more, and celebrating all that I am. I realize there will be many times of tears, successes, humor, and tribulation. I shall try to encapsulate all of that as best I can.

As a way of background, I started my struggle with weight with my first child in 1998. I don't gain weight too easily, but I sure don't lose it either. I gained 65 pounds with my first; near 100 pounds with the twins; about 40 with my third. That's a lot. I did lose some each time, but obviously nothing close to what I should have. I felt jaded when I saw all these women around me losing all their pregnancy weight plus some, yet I didn't. Having seen all these women do that, my first pregnancy, I treated each and every buffet trip as though it were my last meal. By the sixth month of being pregnant with the twins, I'd gotten so big, I couldn't drive any longer. With my last one, I'd learned I was screwed in losing weight, so I did my best not to gain as much.

I'm currently at 232, down from 250 just under a year ago. I joined a gym, Snap Fitness, right by my house almost a month ago. I've been trying to go 4-6 times a week. So far so good. I've overhauled my diet, partially from a losing-weight standpoint, but also because I happen to be majorly broke right now, thus limiting my trips to Chipotle and other not-so-healthful places. "But the burrito has lettuce in it, doesn't that qualify for healthy??!!"

So here's to starting the journey and learning to love myself and enjoy being fit, not seeing the elliptical machine as capital punishment, nor seeing the treadmill as something only hamsters should use.