Hmm... Where do I start.
Let me tell you about me. My Name is Jessica. I am 26 and I spend my life thinking about becoming fit. Thinking about it but not doing it.
I have been fat since the day I hit puberty. I noticed right away that I couldn't eat whatever I wanted anymore, but I didn't care. I love food. I love everything about it. So I decided that love was more important then weight and kept on eating. But eating alone wasn't the issue I hated exercising, and for the most part still do. I hated it then because I thought it wasn't fun; I hate it now because I don't do it.
But I have to start. I had a baby boy in January '08 and I want to make sure he has fun. And with me not wanting to do anything active how fun is that?
Soo marrying into a family where every member (except my husband and I) of it is a running or sport god, I have the tools all around me to succeed. My Mother and Father in-laws run constantly and win every race they get there hands on in their age groups. My Brother in law and (soon to be) Sister in law are part of a recreational running club, and win races for overall and in their age class on a weekly basis. I'm not talking just 5Ks, I'm talking 10 milers and half marathons as well. These people live to run! My other Sister in law went to school on soccer scholarship... And I have a cousin who is getting certified as a running coach and does triathalons....so again, these people know how it's done.
So what went wrong with my husband, Josh? I blame me... when I met the boy I could blow him over with a strong breeze. He played hockey, and basketball, and ran hurtles, and roller bladed constantly. Then I introduced him to my True Love: food. Before me, he lived at home and only ate the healthy stuff his mom gave him... I showed him: Thai, Moroccan, Japanese, French, and every nook in between kind of cuisine. And within 5 years I created a nice squishy pillow.
Ok back to me. I have been trying to lose weight seriously for the past couple years. I even hired a personal trainer. But then I got pregnant, and after having Davie I just didn't get back on the horse. This past January I bought a new horse- the wii fit. And I joined the WW. And started working out like crazy. And I lost about 35 pounds!!! Then Baseball season got into full swing, and summer BBQs started popping up. So like any not-so-rational person does, I said to heck with this and gained it all back. Not the best course of action but that's how it happened.
Now onto the reason for starting this blog--------
Terror. I started a running regimen that has me running about every other day, and I'm trying to fix my diet up as well. But I got to thinking- I've done this a thousand times and I always fail.
WHAT WILL MAKE ME MORE MOTIVATED NOT TO FAIL? Terror.. I'm terrified that if i put my story out there and am completely honest about how good or bad I'm doing, that it will be the most mortifying things to ever happen to me if i fail. So thats what I'm doing... writing as often as I can about successes and failures. And all the crazy stuff in the middle.
So that's my intro. I'll go more into my running regimen and food plan in my next post. Later.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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I know you can do it. come on!!!
ReplyDeleteSuch a brave and genuine first post, Jess! You're on your way already by speaking your truth. Go, Jess, go!!!!
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