So we finally bought a scale. It's a moment I have been dreading for a long time. I know I'm overweight. I know I need to work out, eat better, move more. When I got on the scale, it was as bad as I imagined. I weighed almost 300lbs. I did not want to hit that mark, nor do I ever plan on it.
I started wearing the Jawbone my mother gave me a while back again, I am taking accountability for all that I eat, exercising more, trying to walk more. Since February 8th, I am down almost ten pounds. I feel better.
When we went to South Bend for my son's hockey tournament, I packed the car, and became winded easily. Moving wasn't as easy. I thought I was going to die walking around the Notre Dame campus. I was embarrassed.
Two weeks ago, after not even two weeks of accountability, I was able to pack the car without being winded, walk for hours on end without being tired. I'd like to think that even my attitude has gotten better.
When I bring home snacks, I measure them out, because believe it or not, a whole bag of Chex Mix, is more than one serving. Who would have guessed? I'm trying to make smarter decisions when it comes to food, but it doesn't always happen. I still take accountability for it. I record it. If I don't want to record it I don't eat it. I know I'm the only one that knows, but I think that makes it more important.
I guess all that matters is that its working.
