First of all I want to say thanks to everyone who commented on Facebook, Twitter and here with their suggestions and encouragement on how to get my energy back. Just getting my thoughts out there [being the extroverted thinker I am] is helping to crystallize in my mind what’s important to me and realistically what I can focus on.
Starting yesterday I decided to go on my Fifty Days campaign [actually fifty-six to my 45th birthday]. I owed it to myself to spend the next Fifty Days taking better care of me and see what improvements would result.
Yesterday I benchmarked my weight, and I am actually going to put it in print [encouraged by @DonorDiva’s willingness to put it out there]. My 5’7” frame carries a whopping 168 pounds. My BMI is definitely in the overweight range of 27. I was trying to figure out what happened as I lost all my pregnancy weight and started the year at 163, but if I look at my Withings dashboard it seems that each month, starting in May another couple pounds came my way. I have no real explanation except that a variety of cooties and muscle aches kept me from exercising as much.
I am tracking what I eat at www.myfitnesspal.com . With their smartphone support, it makes it much easier to track as the day goes along. Essentially I am trying to do my own personal training right now. I’ve worked with trainers a lot over the years [and have almost always seen results from it], but I feel like I need to earn my way back to a trainer. That is should be a reward when I am serious about it. I am also considering trying Sistas of Strength, an online program one of my Twitter mama friends has. I’ve been traveling a bit for work, so I like the portability aspect of taking the program with me.
I wish I could be as disciplined as an old high school friend of mine who goes to bed at 930 every night, but I would never get anything done. I’m compromising and trying to get lights out by 11. Even with an early morning Squeaky wake up, I stand a better chance of having had enough sleep.
After a rousing toddler tantrum at dinner tonight, I was cursing my decision to forgo the wine during the week. That chilled bottle of sauvignon blanc was calling my name…but I resisted. Willpower…need to learn how to have it.