This is it. I am making the move. I have thrown down the gauntlet. Enough is enough. It’s game on. (Ok, I’m out of trite sayings… so onto the story.)
I don’t know if it was the cool air in my lungs, or the delirium from exercising before 7 am, but something in me snapped this morning and I decided I’m sick of finding reasons to stay stuck at this weight.
Honestly, I think this all started on Monday at Jack’s surgery. The nurse asked us who would be going into the OR with the baby and I said I would. She paused at the rolling cart of linens for a moment too long, then pulled a large hospital gown for me to put on. I noticed the pause, but didn’t really think too much of it. It wasn’t until we went into the waiting room with the other parents where I realized that I was the only one in the gown, the other parents (some moms, some dads) were all in a jumpsuit type of scrubs.
I had gotten the fat suit.
Did they notice? Probably not. But I sure did. And despite the fact that mine was actually probably more comfortable, I hated it. I am sick of being the fat one.
Part two, yesterday I was watching the Cross Fit games on ESPN2. (Which are REALLY cool to watch btw. Definitely check it out if you get the chance.) Anyway, they showed this 6’5″ beefcake from Australia who is one of the top athletes. He’s massive. Then they showed his weight.
It’s less than my current weight.
Yes, he’s fit as hell, but he is also a giant wall of muscle, and a full foot taller than I am. It was like the announcers were yelling at me… (HELLO TARA, YOU ARE NOT DONE WITH THIS JOURNEY!!! PUT DOWN THE DORITOS SHELLED TACO AND GET BACK ON THE DAMN TREADMILL!!!)
So on my ride this am, I came up with a plan. I am going to lose 31 pounds by New Year’s Eve.
Am I only 31 pounds from my goal? Hell no. I wish I was! But my ultimate goal is too far away. It feels unobtainable and unrealistic. So 31 pounds in 110 days. It averages out to 1.9ish pounds per week. TOTALLY LEGIT. It’s also a milestone number for me. One that I’ve been wanting to hit for a while. It’s sickens me to know that I was SO MUCH CLOSER to this number a few months ago. If I had pushed through back then, I’d be trying to lose 6 pounds right now, but backsliding happened and, well here we are. I have to deal with it!!! Sucking it up… moving on!
Here’s the game plan…
#1 Nutrition: Track EVERYTHING that I eat. I am using the myfitnesspal app on my phone. *Can also be found at www.myfitnesspal.com*
#2 Exercise: MOVE IT. I have three 5k races coming up in the next 8 weeks so I am getting back on the run every other day schedule. I will do strength training, biking, zumba and cf style workouts on the other days. NO MORE than one day off per week and that day will most likely be active recovery, a walk, stretching, etc. I also will be logging my workouts (per the instruction of my good friend and volunteer (ie: unpaid) coach)
#3 Motivation: I am walking around with a giant 31 written on the back of my hand in sharpie. I am also hanging signs in the pantry and fridge with the current pounds to goal. As the pounds come off, the number will change, but I will write it on my hand every day as a reminder. Every time I want a snack, I’ll need to look at that damn number and make the decision, are the cheese its worth it?!?
#4 Education: I’m really considering getting some outside help. I’ve toyed with the idea of seeing a nutritionist for a long time. I am due for my physical, so I think I am going to talk to my Dr first and see what she recommends.
#5 Accountability: I’m going to bore the heck out of all of you with updates! 🙂 However, if anyone wants to join me, I’d LOVE the company!
So here we go! Chubby Crusade is back in action. Let’s raise a glass of water to toast the challenge!!!