But it's finally gotten to the point where I have to. I have been stress eating due to work, then the holidays I of course overdid it, so I talked to Sean and he and I are getting serious about getting some of these extra pounds off. I haven't been as heavy as I am right now, in over a decade.
The thing is, I don't exercise as much when it is cold. Even on the days that I do get out and move, it's not nearly as long as when I do so underneath the sun. And when it's rainy and I do an inside workout, I honestly feel like I am not accomplishing anything, so I work out less often and not for as long a stretch when I do. I'm fixing that starting now.
I REALLY try to focus on being only healthy and not on weight loss, but there is this nagging thing inside me that wants so badly to get to that magical number like everyone else. Usually I get over that rather quickly. But lately I've been stressed and I feel like a cow. It happens to all of us. No matter how much I work on everything else, there are always going to be those times that the reality that I'm a fatty, and maybe I could just be less of a fatty, sets in.
Now, I am not going to try and get "societally acceptable" thin, but I am going to try and drop about 23 pounds. That's my immediate goal: 10% of my body weight. I'm not giving myself a time limit, or anything like that. I am just going to weigh myself twice a month and monitor my progress, and try and lose SOMETHING every time I weigh myself, even if it's under a pound.
I don't think getting this weight off will make me less stressed, or make me magically happier, but I do know gaining 17 pounds in the last 6 months is freaking me the fuck out. So instead of toiling and worrying, I'm going to fix it. Wish me luck. And I'm really glad to have the moral support of both boyfriends to help me in this process. As much as I'd like to say I can do it alone, I know I can't.
Happy picture of the day: Roxy hogging the remote.