Well, I finally did it. I finally weighed myself. I knew I had gained, but I had NO idea how much I had gained. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but…I weigh 221.2 lbs. This is more than I’ve ever weighed, by a lot. I’ve gained about 20 pounds since I started my new job in the end of August. That’s 30 pounds in 4.5 months! I’m so dissapointed in myself. I did so well this summer, but just like every other time, I let myself slip once school started again.
I have a job I love, but I take it to the extreme. I take no time for myself. I don’t take the time to take care of myself at all. I’ve lived here for 4.5 months and haven’t even unpacked. I can count the number of times I’ve really cook on my fingers (no toes needed). I haven’t gone to the gym once. I haven’t put my own gym together (I would need to unpack to make that happen). None of my clothes fit. I’m uncomfortable in my own skin.
So, you wonder, am I just going to bitch about it, or am I going to do something? I started today. The first step was to weigh myself and just face the number. I did that. I cried a little, and now it’s time to move on. I ordered medifast last week and it should be here tomorrow. I cleaned out my cupboards and freezer. I had so much food that, although somewhat healthy, won’t fit in my eating plan. I couldn’t bring myself to throw away $200-300 worth of food. So, I called the parent of one of my students; they just lost their house, she lost her job, she just had surgery…basically life has been tough for them. I asked her if she wanted the food. She seemed grateful and I’m glad the food is out of the house. This evening, after I taught a few lessons, I made my lean and grean meals for the week.
Now I know that a lot of people frown upon Medifast because it’s not “real food.” But I also know that I need something that will fit in my super busy schedule and still allow me to lose the weight. I’ve done medifast before and lost 25 pounds (not nearly enough, but I quit when I lost my job). I need to lose the weight, and I need to do it for good.
I’m at a point where my weight scares me. I know that this can kill me; it probably will if I don’t fix it NOW. Now is the time. It can’t wait until tomorrow or next week. I’m 31 years old and miserable in my own body. I should be loving it and caring for it. Instead, I try to hide it and hide myself from the world.
So, you are all my witnesses; I am on track to lose the weight and more importantly get healthy.