Progress

     I've slowly been trying to get back down to my weight before I had Taylor. And I know it's been over two years but I really need to focus on myself. I've always been on the heavier side, and it absolutely kills me. I want to be able to run and play with Taylor as she continues to progress in age, but if I don't start taking care of myself and losing weight, I will not be able to do that.

    I know all too well what it's like to have a parent who is a couch potato. Do you have a parent that never feels like playing with you or going outside. My childhood was spent in solitude for the most part. I had a parent that was deep in addiction and I was the last priority. I did a lot of reading and a lot of artwork. I want to be outgoing and doing stuff with my kid for as long as possible.

    Progress is progress. I have started to take in more water and make sure that I'm slowly gaining on my step count each day. This seems like a small ordeal, but every bit helps. I was going to post my starting weight, but then I thought about how mentally that would really bring me down if I didn't make progress fast. I also want to post it because I need accountability as well. So here goes nothing. My current weight as of this morning is 235 pounds. And I will need to weigh myself around the same time of day once a week in order to see if there has been a change. So there it is folks...... the big 235. It's just unacceptable. There are no excuses. Now it's time to do something about it. 

Stats (9:24 Saturday) I added this photo so you could see my current status/starting point. Accountability is everything. I also have to start wearing my Apple Watch as well!


    I had took a screenshot yesterday just as a reminder. I'm really going to make a better effort at this. I think mentally it may help me feel better about myself if I could lose some weight. I know it's not all about the weight.

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