July 30, 2010
Something has GOT to give.
Last night S and I were visiting my parents and I did what I always do when I’m there…I weighed myself. S and I have a scale but we don’t keep it out, and so my parents’ scale right next to the toilet in the bathroom is always too tempting to resist.
I should have resisted.
I officially weigh more than I ever have – and that’s including when I was living in Ireland eating potatoes and chocolate like it was my job. I had already known that I was getting up there, but this was a real wake up call. I have been taking Bailey on some extra long walks and trying to watch what I eat lately – which usually is enough to help me drop at least a pound or two – but clearly that’s not going to be enough this time around.
I somehow have to find the energy to consistently work out, which also means fighting through my depression and my general feeling of not caring. I did manage to do some pilates and ab exercises this afternoon and am planning to take Bailey for a long walk once it cools off tonight, but the question is really whether I can stick with it long enough to regain the habit. I used to love working out, but it has been so long that it feels impossible.
This from someone who has two best friends currently at a work out weekend – 8 (or 9?) workouts in three days! J and J, will you dedicate a few of those to me? 😉
But seriously, if we’re going to have even the slightest shot at getting pregnant, I HAVE to get back in shape.