I originally started this blog over 100 posts ago to follow my journey in losing weight. Somewhere along the way I fell off the wagon. I seem to do that a LOT. I'm not proud of that fact AT ALL, but it is the truth. My poor family has been so supportive throughout all my times of getting on the wagon and falling back off. I contemplated not even making mention of my new goals and stint on the wagon, for fear that those around me would think "here she goes A G A I N" (make sure to say this with a COMPLETELY sarcastic tone and slow down when you say the word again). But, I feel the need to blog about it. Thankfully I have found my way back to the wagon that I got off of too many months ago, and I feel as if this time I *might* be back on for good.
This all started compliments of last weekend. I went to see New Kids on the Block with my girlfriends. I had a great time getting my hair done up all big with high bangs and wings, as well as sporting some FABULOUS blue eyeshadow (NOT). We then made t-shirts with iron-on pictures of our favorite New Kid. Well, I thought I looked good. Wow, was I WRONG. I'm ashamed that my friends have put pictures of me on their Facebook pages. I cry anytime I see my picture. That was kind of the last straw. That made me say for once and for all, enough is enough.
So, I'm thinking of re-joining Weight Watchers. I know the program works and I know about the program. I wouldn't attend meetings, as I enjoy them but also find them not 100% helpful all the time, so I'm kicking around the idea of trying out the online program. (If you've done this, let me know your thoughts of the matter.) I feel like I need the accountability. While I know the program and HATE the idea of spending money to check in online, I feel like it will help me stay a little more on track than what I'm doing right now.
I've also headed back into the gym. John and I just got into such a funk and the gym wasn't anything we wanted to be a part of. But I've returned. Today I even ran for five minutes. Whoop dee do, five minutes, right? Well, of the fifty five minutes I was on the treadmill doing interval training, I forced myself to do five one-minute runs. I'm NOT a runner by any shape, build, or make-up, but I know what running can do for the heart and body, so I'm trying little sprints. I wouldn't say I LOVE it, but it isn't horrible.
So there you have it. I'm out of the closet. I hope that this time, I'm back on the wagon FOR GOOD.