So… I stepped on the scale today (for the first time in a very long time) and was promptly horrified at the reading on it. It’s one thing to know you are obese just from looking in the mirror, or seeing how badly your clothes are fitting you lately, but quite another to see it in stark numerical form.
I had been toying around lately with the idea of doing some serious “dieting”, and had even joined a great little fitness site (to which I will be posting a link to shortly), and had been properly motivated all for a about a week, before my innate desire to sleep all the time took over and kicked my short lived fitness kick right out the window.
It should be noted that I’m not inherently lazy though. While I’ve been overweight for a good bit of my life, I was always very active, however after 10+ years of constantly having to care for a severely autistic child (who don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore), and having a stress level that could possibly kill most normal people, finding time to take care of myself, has taken the backseat. It’s hard to be motivated to exercise, when you are too exhausted to move.
However as the scale has shown me today, clearly I need to do something, or it’s probably going to kill me. Yes we all die sometime, but at this rate it will be much sooner, rather than later, if I keep on the way I have been. So… tomorrow we diet!!
Well in truth it will probably closer to December 5th before I “officially” start. Next week is Thanksgiving (yeah… totally going to start a diet then…lol), and then I have to go out of town for a couple days, so realistically I know be able to put my full attention on this until I get back. However when I do, expect to see me here…often.