OK, that's actually not at all what happened. Here's what really happened. Pish is one of my favorite bloggers and a Twitter friend and though I've never actually met her, I'm sure is 100% awesome in real life too. I totally want to hang out with her but she lives on the other side of the country. Right now, if she's reading this, she probably is thankful for that since I'm sounding a bit stalkerish. But I promise if you read her stuff you will think she is so great too.
Anyway, she is embarking on an 8-week challenge focused on getting herself back in shape. Coincidentally, I was recently thinking that I need to do something to get MY focus back where it needs to be: off the burritos and pizza and back on making my ass smaller. She's hosting a link up to her challenge where we can all join in on her fun, and so I am.
To make a very long story short, I'm overweight. My Wii Fit says I'm obese and then it makes that "womp womp" noise and my Mii hangs her head in shame. My actual Me does the same. I am shaped like my mother. And my grandmother. I am round. I am a quarter-inch shy of five feet tall and I am anywhere from 42-60 pounds overweight depending on my body frame. I haven't seen the frame of my body in so long that I don't know if it's small, medium or large.
I could blame this on baby weight. I'm now at the weight I was the day I gave birth, before the child left the womb. Or I could blame it on the mountains of stress I've been under for the last 35 years. I don't remember my first year, I assume it was pretty stress free. I could be wrong. But I'd probably be better off blaming it on the fact that I love to eat and I usually eat too much. I eat the wrong foods. I don't exercise.
The joints of my lower extremities hurt. I am getting winded doing simple activities. I need a whole new wardrobe, again, because I can't fit in anything I own. This is not who I want to be. I used to be in decent shape. I want to be in decent shape again. I don't want to get sick because I have no self-control. I want to enjoy life and time with my son. I don't want to be obese anymore.
The challenge is to cut out a bad habit and add a good one. Simple enough. Here goes:
I'm going to give up my bad habit of having alcohol during the week. It's unnecessary, period. I'm also going to give up take-out breakfasts and lunches during the week. I didn't do this every day, but I did it often enough. Again, it's unnecessary.
My new good habit will be 20 minutes of exercise (at least) every single day. On work days, I'll walk at lunch. On the weekends, surely I can find a way to squeeze in 20 minutes. If I can't get outside to walk, I will walk in the basement of my office or march or jog in place. Yes, I know this is not a "real" workout, but it's something and it's better than the nothing I'm currently doing.
There is no way I can lose all the weight I need to in 8 weeks. I guess 8-16 pounds is realistic, but I'm hoping to just build the better habit and not need to buy new clothes. I need to stop the progression of my waistband before I can get it moving in the other direction.
When this 8 weeks is up, I hope to have enough momentum to start a new challenge.
Thank Pish for such a great idea and for letting me be a part of it!
Why don't you click on the button above and check out who else is up for the challenge?