This Seals It

So I was messing about in the kitchen (aka half assed helping my husband do dishes) and my four year old said it. "Mom, you're fat." It wasn't meant to be mean, just an honest observation of a four year old. So, that seals it. Now I am more motivated than ever to lose the extra weight.

Musings From a Neglected Body

This post has been written by Susie from over at New Day New Lesson. She is going to blog over here once a week about her weight loss adventures. Please give her a warm welcome.

I finally got my bum in gear and on Saturday night, pulled out my hidden and neglected workout clothing along with my Tae Boe Video. Yes, video, not DVD. That's how long I have had it. (BTW, thanks Kat for reminding me how much I loved those workouts.)

Amazingly enough I got through over 20 minutes of it and I did not die. I came close, but somehow I am still alive and breathing. I even managed to go for a walk with my hubby right after I finished the video. My legs did feel a bit like jello towards the end, but that may have just been the extra fat jiggling on my thighs. They are not used to moving so much in recent years.

And the next morning I reflected on my first real bout with exercise in eons.

My thoughts:

*It was sad how the mighty have fallen. I used to exercise intensely 7 days a week. I was fit, in shape and strong. I even taught a spinning class. Now? I am an overweight lump of mush.

*On the bright side my body was quite pleased with me after exercise. It didn't even ache too much, amazingly it felt pretty good. Seems like my exercise problem is not with my body. It is with my brain. My brain is sending me messages and causing me to be lazy. To lazy to get into exercise clothing. To lazy to think about showering and getting dressed again after exercise. My body is happy to step up on exercise.

*My body seemed to remember all the exercising and the good shape I used be in. Maybe it won't be so hard to get back into an exercise routine.

*And the most important point. A sports bra that is good for walking does not make the cut for any type of bouncing aerobic exercise. Unless you like your boobs boinging all over the place. I find it painful. (Note to self: Buy some new workout clothing.)

And now two days later. I have fallen again. I really had good intentions today. I got into my workout clothing. I was planning on doing either the video again or walk on my treadmill.

And then I was sidetracked. Some laundry to do, some straightening up, email to check, blogs to write..... Anything except getting the exercise done.

And now I have no time. I need to go visit my grandma because it's her birthday. I need to go now because I have to make it to her and then back to work for an evening shift.

Maybe I should just get a pedometer and see how much I walk during my shift in the ER. Doesn't that count?

You Might Know Me As...

Hiya, yes, you know me. I am not just a familiar face. I actually am, Kat. I normally blog over here at 3 Bedroom Bungalow. I am not hiding over here. In fact, I am trying to shame myself skinny. I just don't think all the readers at the Bungalow want to read about my weight loss journey. OK, I almost gagged as I wrote that. Way to sappy for my taste. It is not a weight loss journey as much as "DAMMIT I DON'T WANT TO BE FAT ANYMORE" or "I AM GOING TO SHAME MYSELF SKINNY".

Now, I don't just want to be skinny. I want to be healthy. My friend just had a heart attack the other day. He is 41. 41 for goodness sake!! I know I am only 29, but it is still scary. Thankfully, this means that I have time to get my fat ass moving in the right direction. That direction being towards a gym and away from the donuts. Of course I will be doing it as I cuss about how much I hate to exercise, how my clothes are ill fitting, and at the fact someone has not properly not wiped off the rowing machine after they have used it. Asshole.

So, please encourage me. By encouraging me of course I mean an encouraging comment followed by "Get off your backside, you silly moo!" Feel free to act like a drill sergeant. I need it.

Goals Weight- 150 lbs.

Starting Weight- 215 lbs (yes, I said I was a fat moo)