I hate when I lose a post. I meant to click another webpage and clicked the wrong one and lost the novel I wrote previously. I have been accused of repeating myself, now, here is proof.
Official Weight Watcher’s weigh-in today was 187.2 pounds. I have lost 34.8 pounds since I had the kiddo November 3rd. While I still recognize that I am not a lean, svelte machine, HOLY HEAVEN BATMAN!!! 34.8 freaking pounds in less than 4 months! The kid only weighed 7 pounds, 3 ounces, so that is 27.5 pounds of fatness GONE! How much of that fatness was in my arse? Well, we have photographic evidence and it is NOT pretty. I have lost 13.2 pounds since January 5th.
You know, sometimes you just get to the point where you are tired of not feeling pretty and it is your fault in the first place. What kind of fool do you have to be to stay unhappy at your weight? At least that is the point I have come to. Is it more important to live a healthy lifestyle and teach my daughter by example from the very beginning how crucial healthy eating habits are? Or is it more important to me to eat a burger? I had to set my priorities straight. As they say in AA: I got sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Tonight I am going to do a spinning class and maybe some other stuff (weights or swimming or OH! OH! THE JACUZZI….EHHH????). I am a bit excited about that. I know I can get a good workout that way. I cannot wait! I get to go out in public for a while, without a kid.
The heel is not bothering me AT.ALL.THIS.VERY.MOMENT. It makes me want to run a couple miles to prove I am healed!!! AND LOOK! IT IS A MIRACLE! There really is a rational side of me and that side is going to wait until Saturday to do the elliptical or walk, just like Rusty told me. (See, I follow directions)
I have an appointment on Monday with my primary care doctor. When I talked to Rusty, he suggested that I look into getting some ultrasound massage through my medical group, since his services are not covered through my HMO (He is out of network. HMO’s, do you NOT love them?). I have doubts that I will get very far with my doctor, but it is worth a shot.
I have received an overwhelming amount of support both here, by e-mail, and on the Track Club message board. For that, I thank everyone. This marathon victory is going to be amazing.
I have blabbered on enough. I have needed to order groceries for a week now. I think the only thing left in our fridge to eat is ice cubes and that is only if Eric did not put the ice cube trays back in the freezer empty.