A couple of days ago, I went back on my hardcore (Slim-Fast) diet. I started at 185.5 and today I weighed in at 184. A good start, but of course right now I'm probably just losing water weight. But it's encouraging. I'm at work, so I gotta go!
I was scared to my senses--a wake-up call, if you will--when I stepped onto the scale this morning.
I bought a nice digital scale with the intention of keeping track of my weight. But if I didn't step on that scale, I didn't have to face my problem. And I haven't faced my problem for months.
When the display blinked 184.5, I suddenly felt sick. I wondered how I could let myself gain so much weight and not notice it. "I just feel bloated. I'm not really fat," I always reason.
Wrong. Dead wrong. I am not just bloated. I am overweight--if not outright fat.
My beautiful wife deserves better than this. I need to take care of myself... for her, if not for me.
I need to do something. Seriously. Now.
The first plans of action are to up my workouts from two half-hour sessions per week to five one-hour sessions, and go on a serious diet. Fruit and salads, here I come!
Christy woke up worrying about our health, so we agreed to help each other work towards a healthier lifestyle. I, for one, am looking into a couple things that might help: iTrain.com and the Zone Diet
. I need definite plans for both eating and exercise if this is going to work. We'll see how it goes.
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