Yes, so... 5 years ago, I would have laughed if anyone told me I would be in the position I am in now. I was working hard to get into the military, I went to the gym every day and I ate moderately healthy-- avoided fast food, for the most part but I was satisfied with my weight, so maybe I wasn't that careful. I injured myself over a year ago, got out of the military and sat on my butt, ignoring my twitching legs that begged to go running. I had bigger and better fish to fry than running. I didn't have time to lift weights! I had to get well. I had a wedding to plan. I had a house to put together.
My eye-opener was when I took my dog to the vet and the vet told me my pup was overweight. I know, I know... it's probably not as startling an eye-opener as one might think but... I looked down at myself, big mac, fries and soda wafting from my clothes and breath, over the spare tire on my mid section and it took me a second to sink in. My dog isn't the only one overweight! Holy crap! Where the heck did this come from?
I went home that day, thinking about where it all went wrong. Who could I blame? The husband? TV? Books that were too good to put down? When no scape goat appeared, I realized that it was time to get my rear end to a gym! But it wasn't as simple as it was 5 years ago... I am 40lbs heavier, I'm still feeling the ache of my dislocated knee, and all that unhealthy food is weighing me down too-- Figuratively and literally.
So I haven't gone rushing in like a mad fool to lift as much weight as possible, or run for an hour straight. I've started with what had gotten me to realize the folly of my ways-- I'm walking the dog. I walk my dog twice a day. I have stopped eating fast food and I'm slowly getting myself away from the gallon of caffeine injected liquids that I used to chug on a daily basis.
I'm hoping that by being here, I can bolster my courage to try more than just walking my dog. I want to get back into the gym, back into running but I am wary of hurting myself again. Not only that, I'm looking for some wisdom on proper dieting. Eventually, I want to get back into the military.
Anyways... thank you for reading my wall of text! I hope to talk to you all at some point!
My eye-opener was when I took my dog to the vet and the vet told me my pup was overweight. I know, I know... it's probably not as startling an eye-opener as one might think but... I looked down at myself, big mac, fries and soda wafting from my clothes and breath, over the spare tire on my mid section and it took me a second to sink in. My dog isn't the only one overweight! Holy crap! Where the heck did this come from?
I went home that day, thinking about where it all went wrong. Who could I blame? The husband? TV? Books that were too good to put down? When no scape goat appeared, I realized that it was time to get my rear end to a gym! But it wasn't as simple as it was 5 years ago... I am 40lbs heavier, I'm still feeling the ache of my dislocated knee, and all that unhealthy food is weighing me down too-- Figuratively and literally.
So I haven't gone rushing in like a mad fool to lift as much weight as possible, or run for an hour straight. I've started with what had gotten me to realize the folly of my ways-- I'm walking the dog. I walk my dog twice a day. I have stopped eating fast food and I'm slowly getting myself away from the gallon of caffeine injected liquids that I used to chug on a daily basis.
I'm hoping that by being here, I can bolster my courage to try more than just walking my dog. I want to get back into the gym, back into running but I am wary of hurting myself again. Not only that, I'm looking for some wisdom on proper dieting. Eventually, I want to get back into the military.
Anyways... thank you for reading my wall of text! I hope to talk to you all at some point!
