So I got on the scale…
Jabba the Hut came to mind.
And so did the Freshman 20, you know, when the kids go off to college, and they come back 20 lbs. heavier…I have older kids too, so this I know.
After I recovered mentally and put on my gym shorts (because the clothes are getting sung…more on that in a sec), I realized that I have packed on some pounds since having the kids full time. It was easy when I was alone, I just kept NO food in the house, went to the gym because I could, and when I got hungry at night, I went to sleep.
I am also a stress eater, or should I say, a picker…when it gets crazy around the house, I grab a little something. And between 3:45 and 5:30 when we have supper…I am picking!! And it seems I have been picking for quite some time…
A quick back story, those who know me and have seen me go through the ups and downs of dramatic weight loss. I do not like the fact the clothes are snug again, and I threw out the big clothes a while ago, swearing I would not use them again. As I was in Goodwill the other day getting some jeans, because I REFUSE to buy new jeans at this size, I knew I had to get back on track…truth be told, that hasn’t happened yet…I’ll be honest here, about two years ago, I knew I had to get healthy, not just for me, but for the ones that loved me, and I did, just in case I would have the little ones by myself someday. And here we are. And I’m packing it on….
Now, what to do about it… Excuses that won’t work anymore..
1. I’ll just go to the beach today and not the gym
2. I’ll just pick while I’m making supper
3. “Here Daddy, have some”
4. Well, it still fits.
And this picture on the fridge….
And with that…pass the rice cakes…