I remember years ago when I lost 20 pounds or so someone saying, "WOW! You've lost a LOT of weight!!" My response was, "Gee, I didn't think I was THAT fat."
I've never really thought of myself as being "fat", but I've never been skinny either. OK, maybe for a few months while I was traveling in SE Asia - but I quickly gained it back once I stopped lugging a 40 pound back pack around. Man I miss those days...
When I quit smoking 8 (EIGHT!!!) years ago, the pounds started creeping on. Then I had two babies and I forgot to make time for me and I got fat. It's hard to rollerblade with an infant strapped to your chest. And probably a little dangerous too, huh?
Anyway, now that Owen is nearly 2 (TWO!!!) it's time to get serious. Being 44 and 40 pounds overweight is NOT a good thing. I love these two boys of mine more than anything in the world and I can't stand the thought of not being around to see them grow up because I didn't take care of myself. I want them to be proud of their Mama. Hell, I want to be proud of their Mama.
And so far, I am. Since April 7th, I have walked/jogged on the treadmill every other day for 30 minutes - rain or shine; pms or Mother's Day. I'm doing it. Watch me go.
I know this sounds incredibly selfish, but I really want someone to notice that I'm losing weight.