Here we go again...
Hi Everyone,
My name is Aimee and I think...no wait, I KNOW I am ready to lose this weight once and for all. I am tired of thinking about my weight from the minute I wake up until the minute I go to bed at night.
I have a wonderful life! Really! I have thee most wonderful husband; Two beautiful children. I'm a stay home mom, working part time from home. Life is great. except.....
On the outside, I put on a happy face and joke about how fat my butt is, and how I'm putting on my winter weight, but on the inside, all I can think about is how fat I look and how unhappy I am.
I've been on Weight Watchers twice with great results. I joined back in 2002 after the birth of my daughter and if you count my peak pregnancy weight, I lost over 100 lbs. After the birth of my son, I joined again, and coupled with exercise, I got to lowest weight of 155. I was so happy, but keeping that weight off was a struggle. I felt like I had to constantly count points during the day, and grew tired of it all. I obsessed about the numbers, and I think that's when it just all fell apart for me. I'm just not a numbers girl. They are evil!!! LOL
After a summer of being skinny (and actually fitting into a bikini! dang!) all the weight started creeping back. I had to deal with some personal issues with friends...some new friends who betrayed me, and some old friends who I felt were slipping away. I began to eat alot to replace those friends. Afterall, a Twinkie will never let you down!
I knew I was losing control. I admitted it, but I just did not want to put forth the effort. I was tired. I was upset. I was angry. I blamed the clothes dryer for shrinking my jeans when in fact, I knew deep down why those jeans weren't fitting! I didn't want to go anywhere- I had nothing to wear! I was too fat to fit into any of my clothes. I didn't even want to get out of the car when I went to pick up my daughter at school, because I was afraid that all the moms (you know which ones I'm talking about!) would whisper and snicker at all the weight that I put back on.
I'veeeeee had itttttt!
I'm done. Time to get over it and do something. I'm done talking about it, I'm done complaining and crying. I just have to do this!
So here I am. It's all in writing. Now I will succeed.
Anyone care to join me? Buckle up- it's going to be a bumpy ride!
Thanks for listening!
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