Friday, December 28, 2012

It's gonna be one of those posts...

If I rewind the clock, I would say my "free for all" started this summer when I discovered that chicken wings are kind of delicious. Not a big problem really, but the problem is that I play baseball 2 nights a week and usually end up at a pub afterwards. Pub = chicken wings. Throw in a couple rum and diet cokes for good measure.

I would like to say I behaved reasonably for a couple of months with regards to food, and then I went on my work trip to the Middle East and ate my weight in hummus and pitas and did ZERO exercise for a month. I wish I was exaggerating, but I'm not.

This was the perfect segue into the holiday season where it seems I just ate in fear of never eating again. Cookies, fudge, more cookies, potlucks, cookies, pie, brownies, cookies. And oh yah, COOKIES. Deliciously buttery shortbread cookies.

I took my winter coat out a couple of weeks ago and put it on. It was snug. I was telling a colleague that, and she blatantly said "Well, your boobs are looking bigger". I was slightly offended, but she hit the nail right on the nipple head. My boobs are the first place I lose weight, but clearly this is the place where the nomad fat cells have chosen to make their new home. They have become fond of my inner thighs. That's where I'm feeling it the most. I swear to you, it feels like my knees are rubbing together.

I hate the scale. I really do. I think, at one point mastered the art of healthy living to the point where I didn't need a scale. I wasn't losing anymore, but that was ok. I ate well, and worked out hard. That was a perfect balance for me.

So here's where I confess: I got on the scale and the number I saw started with a 2. I puked a little in my mouth. This is not acceptable.

I've written a lot of these "heart to heart" posts lately. And I hate that. I know how to be dedicated to a healthy lifestyle, but somewhere along the way I stopped caring. I stopped caring about proper food choices, and more importantly I stopped caring about ME.

There are many diet clichés out there about inner beauty, the scale is only a number, blah blah blah. But you know what? I need to care about this number, and that's all there is to it.

I was a January Joiner once and rocked it.

I think I'll try it again, but December 28th is the new January 1st. GO!

7 comments:

Manon Cleroux said...

Dear Amy.....I'm right with you hun :)

I've been supplementing with B12 and Centrum Multivitamin Forte....and believe it or not I am loosing weight! It was recommended by my surgeon!

MFO
xo

Kelly said...

You so got this!!!

K-Pow said...

I could have written this post myself...with the only addition of using an almost 2 year old as an excuse as to why I've not been taking care of myself...When I step on the scale I also now see a "2" at the beginning as well....this sucks balls!!!! Let's do this for us and noone else. I'm hitting the reset button and not looking back!

Jaime said...

The best thing about Christmas cookies is that they almost always provide the guilt/motivation we need to get off our asses and get back in the game.

Take this feeling and run with it...literally.

Yay Amy! :)

Mis(s)Mannered Mom said...

Well, if ever there was a reason to get off track-travelling to the Middle East and having real hummus and pita and everything else that is yum-is a definite good one!

Like you said though-you know what you need, for your body. Sometimes, we all need a little break from going sooo hardcore, and then we get back to it and give 'er once again.

I have NO DOUBT you'll be making us all look like lazy asses once again in no time. :) I'm here for ya for some workouts/runs/whatever!

Let's make it a concrete plan come January!

christina said...

I could have written your post almost word for word - minus the traveling part :)

Im right there with you. Looking forward to reading how you rocked the beginning of 2013!

Anne said...

Your December 28 is my January 2nd. It's been downhill for me since the summer as well and I'm going to make 2013 my biatch too. You can do it, Amy!