I almost didn’t even write today’s post. I really don’t want to. In the last four weeks, I’ve gained .4 pounds. No, it’s not a lot. But, I’m so not happy with it.
And I can really only blame myself. I haven’t gotten out for my walks/runs much in the last two weeks. Before that I was doing pretty good. But, there’ve been a lot of rainy days. And I’d been falling behind on my to-do lists, so I put off working out in favor of getting other things done. And just generally lacked the motivation to do it. Again, totally all on me.
I have been drinking water, but certainly not as much as I should be. I just have a hard time to remember to drink it, even if I keep a bottle filled.
My snacking is still so-so. I don’t snack constantly, so that’s something. I still need to come up with some healthier alternatives. And I have a sweet tooth, so there’s that.
Kids’ last day of school is next Wednesday, so I’m going to have to find an alternate workout as well. I’d thought I’d let them ride their bikes down to the beach(at the lake where we live. maybe about a mile from our house…possibly less) and I’d walk with them. But, they aren’t so good at staying on one side of a path/road. So, I’m not so sure about that. Then, there’s the hill they’d have to ride back up to get back to the house. I’m sure I’ll figure something out.
When I first heard about other people posting for Fitness Friday, I wasn’t going to bother joining in. I figured I was still doing good, wasn’t too far over where I wanted to be. I’m really not sure what happened, but I’m certainly not there any more.
When I had my son, a little more than 2.5 years ago, I told myself I wasn’t going to get back to where I was when I got pregnant with him. I wasn’t overly heavy, really just about at the high end of normal according to BMI. But, I wasn’t happy with myself when I was there. During that pregnancy, I had gestational diabetes so I had to watch what I ate during that last trimester. And I didn’t even gain a total of 10 pounds by the time he was born(and apparently I’m not much of a gainer during pregnancy. I didn’t even gain 20 with my daughter and didn’t have to restrict what I ate). So, right after he was born, I was actually a little more than 10 pounds under what I’d been at the start. Like, I said I was determined not to get back to that. And wanted to lose even another 10 pounds. Well, I did managed that. Got down to about 25 pounds less than what I weighed when I got pregnant with him(both of them actually, because I weighed the same at the beginning of both pregnancies then lost after daughter was born, but gained it back).
At the end of last summer, when my son turned 2, I was down to 142 pounds. And I was happy there. Was just trying to maintain that. But, I got lazy. That’s really the only way to put it. I stopped tracking what I was eating. Stopped working out regularly. Just stopped doing pretty much anything. And slowly the weight has crept back up. And I’m not happy about it. And I only have myself to not be happy with. I’ve gone from 142 pounds at the end of last August to 166 last week. It’s unacceptable. So, I’m getting back on track now.
I’ve been doing good the last week. Have been keeping track of what I eat on My Fitness Pal, and for the most part have stayed within my calories. My biggest problem seems to be snacking. So, I’ve been trying to get control over that again. And for the most part, I have. Try to stick with 1 snack between each bigger meal. And I’ve worked out every day this week. I did something to my foot on Monday, I think. Not exactly sure what, but it felt like I pulled something on the inside/bottom of my left foot. I worked out to my Gold’s Gym Sculpt & Burn DVD on Wednesday when it was feeling better and it started to hurt again. So, I’ve stuck with walking on the treadmill the last couple of days.
Starting weight: 165.2