We are back to the weight issue. Again. I am a personal trainer. I work out every single day. I eat healthy foods. But obviously I'm doing something wrong because I am a heck of a lot bigger than I want to be. Again.
The pictures of me running the Bolder Boulder came back from the photographer and I wanted to claw my eyes out. I'm wondering what the spectators thought as I lumbered past..."Since when do they let wildebeests run 10Ks?"
Well, maybe wildebeest isn't the best comparison. My legs are much bigger. I will spare you the trauma of actually looking at my Bolder Boulder pictures. You are welcome.
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I came across a blog yesterday that was fascinating to me (beware of the language!!) This girl has recently had her second baby and blogs about her weight loss efforts--posting pictures of her body as it changes and even posting pictures of the number she sees on the scale!! That takes serious guts. I don't know it I'm there yet (ok, I know I'm not--I don't even want to look at the number on the scale.) But I'm excited to follow someone (who is even the same height as me) as she goes through the process of losing weight.
I know there has to be other people out there like me. My weight gain is not due to pregnancy, more to a rapidly slowing metabolism due to age and the fact that I am an emotional eater who lives a stressful life. Hopefully if I am more honest with myself and my readers, I will be more accountable and be able to lose the weight. Again.
I am so tired of this roller coaster. I know my weight is in the "acceptable" range, but I hate what I look like and the way it makes me feel, emotionally. I feel depressed about it. I dwell on it constantly. I compare myself with everyone I see. And then I get more depressed. And as this is a blog about having a healthy family, I would just like to point out that having a mom who is depressed about her weight and feels fat is not ideal.
So, onward and upward. Admitting I have a problem is the first step, right?