This past weekend was my 10-year high school reunion, and seeing old friends put a smile on my face several times. I missed those people! That said, with reunions come pictures...and when I saw the pictures I'm in, I about cried and wanted to delete them. Oh my word am I large. I'm not fat-shaming anyone but myself here, so if I get hate-mail about my comments, go away; I can say what I want about myself.
I recently acquired a cute shirt that is basically the front of a white tank, with a pink and white striped sweater attached to it. It's so adorable. And it was on clearance. So that's what I wore on Saturday, to most of the events. But...oh my word, I make it look terrible. So. I'm done being fat. (Yes, I know, I've said this before.) It's not good for me, it makes me feel awful about myself, and it's not fair to my kids, that I can't keep up with them. I'm so tired of it.
For the last couple of weeks I've been attempting to walk to an outside shopping strip about 1.5 miles away, 3 times a week, and with browsing in different stores (including Barnes & Noble, my weakness), I can sometimes rack up almost 5 miles by the time I return home. Today I only walked about 4.87, but I burned 1,714 calories, Jack got out of the house, and I have a fantastic tan. Plus, there's a sense of pride when I hit stop, and save, on my RunKeeper, get a few numbers, text them to Husband, and get the resultant "Wow."
If you, like me, are tired of the way you look in the mirror, the way your jeans make a spare tire when you sit in the car, the need for extra clothes to cover the extra bit of you....message me. Let's start an activity challenge. The more I talk about this with Husband, the more I realize that the goal is to start getting in the habit of BEING ACTIVE. This explains why my son is so skinny; that kid never stops!
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