So, I wasn't sure what to do with this journal and it's been sitting idle for a while. But I decided that I was going to use it to track my weight loss.
So, for my first post, I'll let you know of my progress so far.
Since Monday, I have walked 1 mile on the treadmill, never slower than 2.5 miles an hour. That's pretty damn good for me. I'm a pretty hefty person. I may not look like I weigh as much as I do, but I feel like a lot of it is in my boobs, which are huge. To the point that I have to special order bras. However, I feel like they are now getting smaller. That suits me just fine. Nothing like rolling over in the middle of the night to find you're squishing one of them.
I plan to eventually post how much weight I've lost at the end of each week.
I'm also trying to do better on the eating front. I'm not one that can go without food. Food and I have had a 28 year long relationship and it's going to be hard to break that bond. I mean, I got off the treadmill the other day and I really really really wanted some fried chicken. That's not good, is it?
I've found that if I'm watching something while I work out, that it helps the time pass much faster. I usually do it while Rachel Ray or The Price is Right is on. I'm telling you, time goes so much faster when I do it that way.
But the good news is that I'm determined. I'm going to fight for this. I've never been thin. I've never felt pretty. I want those things. I want them with all my being. I'm going to fight for this. I'm going to do everything I can to get healthier and be able to shop in normal stores and buy clothes that don't have Winnie the Pooh on them.
I've found that I hate exercising. I hate it. Like, I loathe it with every fiber of my being and while I'm doing it I ask myself why am I doing this? But when I'm finished, I feel accomplished. I feel...better. I'm happy.
I never would have thought in a million years that I would type those words.
Exercise: 1 mile speedwalking
Food eaten: chicken fingers, fries, and spaghetti