Confessions

I used to confess my fitness transgressions to Jillian Micheals.  And the Internet.

Maybe it is summer, maybe it was the surgery, maybe it is the constant stress since I felt fully rec0vered from surgery taking its toll, maybe I am just weak.  No matter the excuse, I have slacked off, I have done nothing to move forwards towards my goals.  I have not, really, backslid.  Fortunately.  I am danger of it though.  So, here, I confess my sins.

I weigh what I did before I had surgery.  Somewhere in the 252-255 range.  I am hovering around having lost 30 pounds.  I am eating my stress.  I am not working out yet.

I am vowing to change that.   Today.

Today at lunch I went and joined the YMCA.  There is one downtown, by the office.  There is one just down the road from home.  Nearly all of my local friends are members.  I will have company. I am reporting to a manager at work (not mine) my successes in working out regularly.

Today, after work, after a healthy dinner, I put air in the tires of the jogging stroller I got when M was a toddler for 50 bucks on Craig’s List.  I gathered up the girls, strapped in the baby, found socks, laced up my sneakers, and went for a walk. It was short, only about a mile & a half.  But it was mine.  With my baby, my big girl, and a beautiful night.

So, back to posting weights, admitting when I screw it up, and looking for support.  I am happy to see that some of the people who originally inspired and supported me are back at it again.  Eat, Blog, Run has been reborn.  Yay!

The other thing I’m doing is continuing to take pictures of myself.  When our office moves I will miss the natural lighting in our bathroom.  I will admit that the positive feedback is good for my self esteem, but it also has helped me start to develop my style.  I had it figured out pretty well before I got pregnant with H.  My body isn’t the same though, and it will never be exactly like it was.  Accepting it is hard.  This is helping.

If I could wear jeans every day, I would.  Except the days when I wear skirts.

Fall means skirts, and tights.  I finally found a cord skirt that I really like.  Its a basic one from Old Navy (Plus) I wore it pretty monochromatically to start with, but I plan to color it up in the future.  You know, more than the shoes.

My husband HATES this dress.  Twitter & Instagram seem to love it.  I like it, even though it isn’t my favorite.  Those shoes though, the little Born ballet flats, are very much a favorite of mine.