I weighed myself this morning, something that I rarely do anymore. I weighed in at 280 pounds. Honestly I expected it to be more, here’s why. Two years ago, when I was blogging regularly and really working to lose weight, I could jog for an hour at least. Now, a simple walk around the grocery store is near agony. The muscles in my legs cramp up, I get this massive ball of pain in my lower back, and I am out of breath after a walk from one side of my apartment to the other. This is a complete and total failure. Because not only did I gain back the weight I had lost, I added to that weight. I have never been this heavy in my life, even when I was pregnant with the kiddo I didn't weigh this much.
So it got me thinking, this is way more than my tiny skeleton is meant to carry. My height is five feet and
|This is a good representation of how I feel all the time|
Hubs is in the same boat, we are morbidly obese and we are miserable. Together we have set the date, tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives. Yes I know we have done this before, but it has to work this time. If not I worry we will not be around much longer. Today we are moving a treadmill to the book store. We are hoping to buy a house this summer, once we do that the treadmill will once again be where we live and that will be a big help. We have vowed that there will no longer be fast food lunches, no more fatty/sugary snacks in the house, and we will be drinking a lot more water.
Here we go,