Just a short post to update.
Last week I lost 4 lbs. Current weight 242
Last week DH gained one pound -current weight 203
I cheated twice and had a sprite from Sonic- boo. But Saturday we went grocery shopping and as of 12 am today we are officially on Atkins. I totally am craving carbs, but I know it will get harder. I also am feeling quite sad, but in actuality that is from not taking my zoloft for the past 5 days. Oopps.
The tots still have runny noses, but have thankfully been sleeping ok. I don't think I can live without carbs and sleep. Just one or the other. I have a quilt to finish making (My first big sale on Etsy) but hope to update more later this week.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Phase 1
Chubby Dad and I lead a fairly unhealthy lifestyle. We drink sodas (although in our neck of the woods anything carbonated is referred to as "coke"), we eat fastfood, we keep candy and ice cream in the house, and we rarely exercise. Horrible, horrible, horrible right? Not completely.
Not Completely???!! You say as you picture our poor twins with parents who won't be able to roll off of the couch by the time they are five. So let me explain. When people decide to loose weight they have to change things in their lifestyle. Some people have a few things to change, some things have a lot, and some people have none. The fewer things you have to change, the slower your weight loss is going to be. For instance, my mom, who is not much smaller than me, has decided to lose weight. However, she exercises regularly and eats mostly healthy foods. She doesn't drink soda and rarely eats fast food. I know that weight loss is a struggle for her, when we've dieted before I usually loose more weight at a faster pace than she does.
So now that I've explained our starting point, I will share the very first phase of our diet.
This week, no sodas.
That's it. It will be difficult, but it is the first attack in a much greater battle. Wish us luck.
Not Completely???!! You say as you picture our poor twins with parents who won't be able to roll off of the couch by the time they are five. So let me explain. When people decide to loose weight they have to change things in their lifestyle. Some people have a few things to change, some things have a lot, and some people have none. The fewer things you have to change, the slower your weight loss is going to be. For instance, my mom, who is not much smaller than me, has decided to lose weight. However, she exercises regularly and eats mostly healthy foods. She doesn't drink soda and rarely eats fast food. I know that weight loss is a struggle for her, when we've dieted before I usually loose more weight at a faster pace than she does.
So now that I've explained our starting point, I will share the very first phase of our diet.
This week, no sodas.
That's it. It will be difficult, but it is the first attack in a much greater battle. Wish us luck.
Here we go.
245 pounds.
When I looked at the scale I never thought that would be the number looking back at me. Yet, there it was. PCOS didn't phase me. Pregnancy didn't kill me. Twenty-nine hours of labor didn't stop me. Twin newborns didn't destroy me. Postpartum depression didn't beat me.
But 245 pounds. Two hundred forty five pounds. I saw that number and my heart seemed to stop for a moment. How did it get this bad? What in the world am I doing to myself? How can I change?
And then I decided it didn't matter. That number will not define me; fat will not define me. My twins deserve more than a mom who has to huff and puff after them as they play. My husband deserves more of a wife, or should I rather say less of one?
So this is the very beginning. The lowest point (and the highest number!) I am going to allow myself to reach.
I am going to loose 100 pounds this year, and I hope that you will join me on my journey to be half the mom I am today.
When I looked at the scale I never thought that would be the number looking back at me. Yet, there it was. PCOS didn't phase me. Pregnancy didn't kill me. Twenty-nine hours of labor didn't stop me. Twin newborns didn't destroy me. Postpartum depression didn't beat me.
But 245 pounds. Two hundred forty five pounds. I saw that number and my heart seemed to stop for a moment. How did it get this bad? What in the world am I doing to myself? How can I change?
And then I decided it didn't matter. That number will not define me; fat will not define me. My twins deserve more than a mom who has to huff and puff after them as they play. My husband deserves more of a wife, or should I rather say less of one?
So this is the very beginning. The lowest point (and the highest number!) I am going to allow myself to reach.
I am going to loose 100 pounds this year, and I hope that you will join me on my journey to be half the mom I am today.
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