I don't know how it happened, but some time during the past six years of marriage and having babies, I've gotten fat. Now, I'm not looking for your sympathy or fishing for compliments. (Oh, Deborah, you're beautiful. Yeah, yeah, yeah.) It's a known fact that I've packed on the pounds during the last few years. I know I have a few excuses (three..and a half...to be exact) but there really is no excuse for being unhealthy.
I've never been stick skinny. It's not in the cards for me. I'm always going to have some curves. I'm always going to have muscular legs. I'm okay with that.
Here I am during my freshman year of college. Check out that rockin' bod!
It's time to get down to business. I'd like to loose a bunch of weight but more importantly, I want to be healthy and I want to feel good in my own skin.
I've started going to the gym in our apartment complex and I've been trying to eat more healthy. I love food so I'm trying to change my portions and limiting snacks more than vastly changing the food choices themselves. If I have to give up too much, I'll give up all together; I know that about myself. I'm trying to drink more water, which is easy to do in this Arizona heat. As a nursing mama, I know I need to take it slow.
I wanted to publicly declare these goals to help hold me accountable. So, if you see me with a plate of cookies, smack it out of my hand and tell me to step away.