I’m in.
I have got to make a significant change in my eating, exercising and smoking habits. I do far, far too much of two of those, and almost zero of one. And none are as it should be.
I’m also far too embarrassed, even on a message board, to post my actual weight.
We went grocery shopping today (Thrifty Foods was crazy!) and I stocked up on protein, vegetables, and fruit. My husband is house-sitting for a month starting tonight, and I packed up all the Christmas goodies for him to take along. He’s got ‘bad’ eating habits that I too often emulate, and without muscle and exercise, I cannot eat like he does. I’m hoping a month on ‘my own’ will let me instigate new, better habits and put them in place before he’s back, along with his cookies, cakes, pie and ice cream. Those I can resist for the most part, but man, when he suggests eating out, or bringing home fast food, I cave.
But I am so, so tired of being fat. It really affects a large part of my life negatively, from feeling good to my sex drive. That sort of stuff affects a marriage, too… Maybe my weight doesn’t bother him, as he says, but the way I feel about it has created some real problems for us.
It’s such a hard battle, you know? Well, you know. I’ve lost a considerable amount of weight twice in my life, and to regain it is so disheartening. And it’s my fault, of course, for not realising that healthy eating habits and exercise is a life-long commitment, not a short-term sprint. I am fat. I am going to have to eat less and exercise like hell for the rest of my life. Too bad, so sad, but that’s the way it is.
I’m tired of lugging this around.
I’m in.