A few days ago I learned the perfect word. It describes me perfectly. It means squat and chubby.
My whole life I have been relatively thin. Never model thin, but thin enough. Ironicly, I was never happy with my body. After I got married, I immediately got pregnant and gained 60 lbs. I blame it on my place of work. The smells there made me so sick, and I was told the more you eat the less sick you will feel. Horrible advice for me, but I tried to follow it. And so, gained 60 lbs.
I have since been trying to rid myself of the unwanted weight. No such luck yet. I lost all but 20 of it before I got pregnant again. That time I only gained 40, but put that on top of the 20 I was still carrying around... back to the 60 extra.
I have been tampering in the ways of weight loss for a while. And slowly I have been making progress.
But today, I got on the scale. I had gained 7 pounds from the little I had lost. With disgust, I decided to begin anew. I am going to begin anew. And so, here I am on my quest to feel from being fubsy.
I made a goal to lose 7 pounds before Thanksgiving, at least seven more before Christmas, and all in all, I hope to get back down to 135 (the Wii's recommended weight for my height and age... also, my HS weight). I have three and a half weeks. I know I can do it. So, today I begin my quest at 176 pounds. *gasp* Yes, I did just advertise my weight.
As my friend Lourie from Metabolism Blues (who inspired me to be so honest and candid), I will be posting only once a week. This way I wont feel so overwhelmed with trying to keep a second blog going. Also, any progress will seem bigger. That is always a good thing, right?
And so, I begin my journey. With many hopes, ideas and anticipations on the whole thing. Wish me luck!
