My Tickers

I've hit my limit. I have reached the point where I am SO done being fat, it's not even funny. Earlier in my life, I was in very good shape. I worked out daily, did aerobics in college (it's great motivation to go if you're getting graded) and ate well. If I started to slack, I'd work hard for a few weeks and lose the five pounds I had gained. If you've seen me in the last 2 years, well, it's obvious that I lost that habit. I am fat. My arms are huge, my thighs make the earth move when I walk, my face is rounder than a full moon and I have so many chins that I lost count 2 months ago. I won't even start talking about how my gut is larger than during my pregnancy with 8.5 lb Abbie. I'm disgusted with myself. Granted, I gained this weight due to medications and illness. I gained 50 lbs in 3 months. Yuck. But that was last year. I still look like this. Yuck again. I am done being fat. I do not want to avoid old friends because I'm embarrassed for them to see me like this anymore. I don't want weight to become an issue for Abbie because I'm constantly obsessing about what I eat, etc. I want to teach my children to be healthy, to exercise and to eat right. That all starts with me. Thus, my tickers. At the bottom of my blog, I have 2 tickers. They mark my progress in this ridiculous/annoying journey and serve as a constant reminder to me of what I need to be working on. Exercise has become my passion. I am doing between 6 and 8 miles per day, sometimes split into a morning and an evening session. I am also doing weights. I know that my metabolism is changing because I am constantly hungry. I am eating healthy foods, though, and working VERY HARD at portion control. Getting healthy has become my life. I have tried to just kind of do it along the way, but obviously it hasn't worked. This is what I have to do. This is what I will do. Yes, that was me giving myself a pep-talk. Go! Go! Go!