I have been debating for a while about adding some of my go-to recipes for when life gets out of control and I feel beat. I quickly realized that most of the things I go to are baked goods. Some of which I can whip up in 15 minutes from pantry to mouth (the no-bake variety when emergency calls). I am not going to even think about that right now.
Instead of adding that topic to my blog, I've opted instead to stop talking about needing to lost a few pounds and do something about it. I need to thank a few of my blog friends for their encouragement. I am thinking specifically of my new acquaintance over at Delicious Fitness. I met her at the Medical Monday's blog hop!
It is time to stop making excuses and get to work.
Last night I asked my husband to take the before pictures. I did, and I almost wish that I didn't. I half considered posting them here with my face cut out, but I am not that brave. They were worse than I expected.
I was somewhat pleased that I was able to get the bikini I wore on our honeymoon 8 years ago even on my body... that says not all is lost, right?
Really? It is a bikini which could basically fit any size person. The real test would have been a one piece. Even a one piece in the right size is hard to get on, but a size or two too small - forget about it.
I wasn't expecting what I saw. I almost cried. I had no idea I looked like that. With clothes on I feel rather fit and trim. What is under the clothes is anything but fit. In fact, it is a whole lotta flab and just a couple of donuts away from a full on muffin top spilling over. My muscle tone has completely vanished and I look old. That is what I get for not doing ANYTHING for the last 6 months.
That's right I have lived a completely sedentary lifestyle. And it only takes a few months to lose everything you had going. I miss what it used to be.
Even with that photo (front, side, and back) to encourage me I wasn't able to get up early enough this morning to exercise. I thought maybe enlisting the help of my husband would make it easier, but it isn't. He gets up at 4:30 am but I am not ready to be awake at that time. I thought maybe we could work out together, at home, before he leaves. We are both too beat. And honestly he is a push over. All I have to do is look at him with those eyes and he will stay in bed with me instead of kicking me out to get to work. He loves me just the way I am (good man).
This isn't turning into a weight loss blog. From time to time I will check back in to let you know I am still hard at work and maybe when I see some progress I will be brave enough to post my before and after photos.
Sorry if you were looking forward to my no-bake peanut butter oatmeal cookies. I was too, but not today.