Lets be honest here, I didn't think I would ever write this post. Ever.
And yet here we are.
I'm writing about my weight.
Lets first start off by saying that I am completely, utterly, honestly happy in my body. I have curves, real curves, that I am not ashamed of nor do I want to get rid of.
What I am ashamed of are my eating habits.
I'm a lover of junk. I'm a lover of snacking. And I'm a lover of eating whatever my nieces eat when I have them over to visit.
Lets go back to what started this wake up call in my life.
I had two doctors appointments relatively a week and a half apart. When I went to the first one, I had myself weighed in and although the number didn't surprise me, I took it as a "Ok, Whit. That's fine. You can manage that." attitude. My BMI wasn't off, and I was healthy.
Then I went to go see a second doctor for another check up. Weighed again. And I nearly fell off the scale.
I had gained 8 pounds in a week and a half.
That's not cool.
Granted, my nieces were in town during that whole time period, and I love to cook for them and take them out to eat.
But if I keep this lifestyle up, I could go to a place that I don't want to go.
So here I am, calorie counter app in hand (My Fitness Pal, if you're curious), making a lifestyle change.
I'm still going to eat what I want to eat. But it will be in moderation. And I will have a lot more awareness toward what I put in my mouth all day. And I'm going to be exercising. Ugh, the one thing I hate. But like they always say, getting to the gym is half the battle.
And no, this blog is going to become a cronical of my fitness journey. I may give an update here and there, but in reality, this post was to keep me accountable, to put me out there, and to let any other women going through the same thoughts as me to know that it's normal to have a wakeup call if you so need it.
In the meantime, wish me luck. :)