The day I stepped ont he scale and saw 225 I just wanted to run out and get liposuction. Or my stomacg stapled. Or anyting easy to make it all go away. That was safe. The easy way. But I realized at the same time that I wanted to be healthy. That I want to live a healthy lifestyle. And that surgery wasn't going to solve any of it.
I read somewhere that if you do not lose the weight in 18 months that there is no way you are ever going to lose it. That you have to commit for 18 months in order to be successful. I'll be honest, 18 months seems like a hella long time. A really really long time when all I really want is for the weight I have accumulated over 30 years (YIPES!) to just shed magically in 10 seconds.
I feel the time is now. I am done having kids (5 in 6 years seems like a pretty good place to start), and while my baby is still only breastfeeding, I feel like now is a good time to start trying to lose the weight. I want to flip a switch in my life and lead that healthy lifestyle that people claim is so amazing and wonderful. I want to feel amazing and wonderful! I want to be a good role model. I want to live a long life. 225 on the scale at a mere 5'6" is not going to elad me anywhere but, G-d forbid, a very unhealthy lifestyle.
So here we are, my ltitle challenge. My desire to shed the bad and replace it with the good. Here is to 18 months to healthy me! See you on the other side.
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