I'm only promising myself I will do this for a week as a type of cleanse.
Roughly 15 months ago I lost an impressive 8lbs in one day, thank you Cruz for being born, and every day after that I was losing 1-3 lbs a day. I'm not getting into the sticky details, but if you’re a mother you know what I am talking about. Three months later I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Three months after that I was gaining some of that horrid "baby weight" back, but instead of baby weight it was "I like ice cream and potato chips" weight. This did not bode well for the self esteem especially when I never stopped feeling like a pregnant cow.
Fast forward to present day and the only thing that has changed is that I've lost a few minor pounds, I've come to terms with feeling like “ick”, and I'm constantly thinking of how to make myself feel better. I'm a pretty realistic person, some people say negative (ahem, Jason), when it comes to things. I mean, I've lived with myself for 28 years so I know my own shortcomings. Folding laundry...check, camping in the forest...check, exercise...double check. The easiest way for me to lose weight is changing my diet, so this is where I shall begin.
I'm committing myself to eating simple low-fat foods combined with a relatively modest amount of exercise. I say modest because for those who work out on a regular basis it would be the equivalent of jogging a block. I don't want to throw too much on my plate at once because if I find any sort of blip I will most likely throw it aside for other things. In the long run I am trying to convince Jason to join a gym with me. We would make it work by alternating days at home with Cruz with days working out, but that is getting a little ahead of myself.
Its only a week for a test run. It could continue after that, but first things first; I need to get rid of the junk in my cupboards. I’m not saying I’m fat, because I honestly don’t think I am. I’m just saying I feel gross and unhealthy. I would also like my cloths to fit a little looser so I don’t need to buy more shit. I just need to get myself into the mindset of 5 years ago when I was single, poor, ate protein, made sandwiches, and rarely ate out. In fact, on some level I blame Jason because he took me to Macaroni Grill on our first date (back when it was good), and thus my love affair with white carb loaded foods was reintroduced. I'm kidding...mostly.