Take THAT Obesity!

I had a physical done last Friday. My first one since before I had kids. (bad girl!)

The exciting part of this appointment was that I had lost a bit of weight! It was a good week. I ate well. Drank more water. Exercised a few times. So I hop on the scale and it says 232.7. Woohoo!

Then came the dreaded BMI chart. My doctor dint draw attention to it, but it was on the wall behind me and I couldn't help myself.

Lo and behold, there was a breakthrough! That little bit of weight loss had taken me down from extremely obese to just plain old everyday obese!

SCORE!

It's the little things, folks.

However, this excitement is not going to last, I predict. I weigh in again tomorrow.

But today? Me and my obese self are feeling pretty good about things.

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Bring. It. On.

Today marks the beginning of my battle with the LB's.

Okay, that's not really true. It began over 6 years a go.

That fact alone makes me want to throw up.

SIX YEARS?!??! And I think I'm being nice to myself on that one. I might be more like 8 years. That's 1/3 of my life, just about.

WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN!??!?!

WHY?!?!?

I was super fit (and super cute!) in high school. I played three sports, trained all year, every sport had an off-season conditioning program and camps to attend, plus the teams I played on in the summer. I never stopped moving. I ate whatever I wanted!

*sigh* It was fabulous.

Then off to college I went. They had a McDonald's ON campus - heaven! I'd run down there and get me a two cheeseburger combo meal, large (duh!) with a coke. Yum!

That was really the only running I was doing, too...

And well, here we are. 6 or 7 or 8 years later. Plus a good 100 of those damn LB's.

And two beautiful children, might I add.

Yeah, I totally use them as my scapegoat. "You should have seen me before kids! I was smokin'!"

Not. The poundage was occurred BEFORE the kiddos came along. But I won't correct you. Think how you will!

So I started again. And again. And again to lose these damn LB's.

And then I started AGAIN yesterday.

One of these times it'll stick, right?

Here's hoping.

I hopped up on my scale yesterday.

Helloooooo 236. That was lovely.

Then I did a half hour on my Wii Active. It's bad if the low moderation is making you cry.

It doesn't help when your two year old is trying to help with the squats and pulling you lower and lower and lower...

Pain.

But hey, step one in the right direction?

Right?

As I sip my coke...

One step at a time.