Minor setback

I know I shouldn't make excuses...

But my sister was back for a few days which meant 7 hours on the road to & from the airport to get her = evil fast food. Then a few days of lots of family cooking, my babyshower & the opening of our bar... I gained *gulp* 6 pounds.

Have no fear. I felt like a large steaming pile of fatty. Wait. I am.

I kicked my own ass and made myself get outside. I just wanted to keep eating the yummy junk that still lurks in my fridge.

Salads. Portion control. Not stopping moving for more than about 15 minutes. Walks with Emily, walks with the boys, walking around while I'm on the phone and not just plopping down and getting comfy. My legs are tired!

BUT.

I've lost 4 of those evil pounds. Since Monday. =)

Maybe I CAN do this!!!

It rained this morning but I have been itching at going for a walk. I have never been so excited for walks!

But first... A confidence booster... A new hair color... =)

Goals

-I want to be healthy for my children, I want to see them grow older and have families of their own. I want to be healthy for Curt, I want to grow old with him and live our lives to the fullest. I want to be healthy for me, I don't want to be a little old lady that can't move on her own and has to live off machines.

-I want to be able to run 5 miles.

-I want to be able to do 5k runs with my family.

-I don't want to huff, puff and struggle to breathe when I walk up stairs.

-I want to be able to run after my kids, and not sit on the park bench.

-I want to reach 175 pounds. (41 pounds away)

-I want to look amazing in my wedding dress.

-I don't want to be ashamed of the way I look.

-I don't just want to be skinnier. I want to be healthy. I want to be toned.




These are some of my goals. Follow me, as I dig deep and work hard to become the shrinkable me.

Laying it all out

In the past 5 1/2 years my weight has gone from a tiny 125 pounds, soaring well up over 200. Granted, I've had 3 kids and everytime I've gained no less than 50 pounds with each pregnancy. With my oldest being my highest weight gain (90 pounds) and my youngest being next in line (65 pounds) my body has been through A LOT.

Up until last year, I've never been happy with the way I look - even last year I was just starting to get comfortable in my own skin when I got pregnant.

I know I won't be able to look like I used to, nor do I want to.

I just don't want to look like I do now.