The day has come. A new start to a new me. After 12 years of marriage and delivering four children, I have gained a little over 8 lbs per year. I was a big girl even when I married in early 1999. But the big has turned to bigger and now I am usually one of if not the biggest girls in the room.
Yesterday while sitting in a class taught by MamaTone creator Dustin Maher, one the mental exercises he asked us to do was to think of ourselves in 10 years. At my current rate of weight gain that would mean 80 lbs more by the age of 48. It would put me at a higher risk for heart disease and diabetes. But what would be the greater tragedy is the ever increasing list of things I can no longer do or have become very hard to do because of being so very overweight. And if you are a person that has more than 100 lbs of extra weight, you know the type of things I am talking about. Airplane travel. Amusement park rides. Booth's at the restaurant. Shopping for nice clothes and shoes. And so many more that I could talk about.
However, this blog is not about feeling sorry for myself and what I have made myself into over that last several years. I am blogging about my journey because I know that I am not alone. My hope is to help others who face a similar challenge ahead of them. I also know that by writing daily, it will help to keep me accountable to stay the course. I already know that my goal is aggressive. Too aggressive by some standards. But I am not here to please others or what others believe would be more ideal. I have done that all of my life and where it has led me is to a place that I don't want to be.
I would love to have followers and I would love to hear words of encouragement. Please no nay sayers. I think I have heard enough of those people for two lifetimes. I will weigh only one time per week with my progress and I will be truthful. So today, on day one of my journey I weigh 309 lbs. Yes, that is a terrible weight to be at. But if I do my very best, tomorrow I will be at a better place than where I am today.