Once again, I am starting my weight loss journey. Once again I am hoping that this will be the last time I have to begin this journey. I want to finish, I want to reach my goal!!
In 1999 I gave birth to my sixth child, a short 15 months after giving birth to my 5th child. It has been since then that I have had problems losing the weight and keeping it off. I find now that I have entered into menopause (mixed blessings) that losing the weight is even harder than it was before. Last summer I worked so hard, I ate clean, real clean, and lost 20 pounds. I struggled to stay at 140 for over four months. My weight just wasn't budging. I finally gave up in October when I quit my gym membership. I enjoyed the holidays, a little to much!! I have had problems getting back to the "frame" of mind where I need to be to eat the way I need to eat.
In the last six years I have dabbled a little with weight lifting and had visions of competing in a figure competition. I have watched the girls train, and sculpt their bodies. Such a beautiful art form. I have to credit them for pushing themselves so hard, and have come to realize I just don't have the "umph" at this point to even consider such a feat.
I am now back up to 160
but...I have my motivation back, my mindset is where it should be. I have to go slower this time around though, because there will be no more running. I love running, I love the way I feel when my heart is pounding, the sweat pouring from my face, and I'm gasping for air. Ah yes, not much can compare to the adrenaline surging through my body after a good run. Nope, no more running. My knees are shot. I have osteoarthritis, and on top of my varicose veins, my legs are just to sore.
I am walking. I am walking a lot. I wish I had a pedometer, so I could count my steps. I do have a sports-watch, and I have started using that again. It's fun to check my heart-rate and see how fast I can get it up with a simple little walk.
So...this is the beginning to the end, finally reaching my weight goal. Finally finishing the race.
In 1999 I gave birth to my sixth child, a short 15 months after giving birth to my 5th child. It has been since then that I have had problems losing the weight and keeping it off. I find now that I have entered into menopause (mixed blessings) that losing the weight is even harder than it was before. Last summer I worked so hard, I ate clean, real clean, and lost 20 pounds. I struggled to stay at 140 for over four months. My weight just wasn't budging. I finally gave up in October when I quit my gym membership. I enjoyed the holidays, a little to much!! I have had problems getting back to the "frame" of mind where I need to be to eat the way I need to eat.
In the last six years I have dabbled a little with weight lifting and had visions of competing in a figure competition. I have watched the girls train, and sculpt their bodies. Such a beautiful art form. I have to credit them for pushing themselves so hard, and have come to realize I just don't have the "umph" at this point to even consider such a feat.
I am now back up to 160
but...I have my motivation back, my mindset is where it should be. I have to go slower this time around though, because there will be no more running. I love running, I love the way I feel when my heart is pounding, the sweat pouring from my face, and I'm gasping for air. Ah yes, not much can compare to the adrenaline surging through my body after a good run. Nope, no more running. My knees are shot. I have osteoarthritis, and on top of my varicose veins, my legs are just to sore. I am walking. I am walking a lot. I wish I had a pedometer, so I could count my steps. I do have a sports-watch, and I have started using that again. It's fun to check my heart-rate and see how fast I can get it up with a simple little walk.
So...this is the beginning to the end, finally reaching my weight goal. Finally finishing the race.




Loving ourselves is definitely a key to happiness.






