So, I've always been fat. I've always been ashamed of my body (which totally explains that one year that I only wore hoodies and baggy jeans), and I've always wanted to do something about it. But I am lazy.
Fat and lazy. Those are my identifiers.
About a month and a half ago, my friend Laura and I got memberships to the gym (buy 2 months, get one free! How could we resist?) and we've been going regularly. I discovered Zumba. I LOVE Zumba. There is literally nothing better than booty-shakin' and spasmic flailing, which is an apt description of pretty much every single class. Since I started Zumba, I've dropped 14 pounds. My stamina has increased (I no longer get winded going up flights of stairs, hooray!) and I can't stop smiling. This is the first time in my life that I look forward to exercising; and, for that reason, I think it's going to stick.
I've also been running. Or, rather, trotting? "Jogging"? I don't know what the pathetic, laboured thing I'm doing now is called; but I hope it will soon be running. I started Couch to 5K two weeks ago, and I've been thoroughly enjoying my frantic, gulping for air, everyone-is-staring-at-the-fat-girl morning trots. We have a fantastic network of local parks in my city, and I've been taking advantage of the pristine scenery (it's pristine for the Midwest, anyway) and the crushed gravel trails. I'm not brave enough to run on normal roads yet and, frankly, I'm not sure if I want to.
Dieting no longer feels like a chore. You read those books written by lovely, stick-thin hippies who swear that "your tastebuds will start to crave different foods!" and "you'll reach for an apple instead of a cookie!", which is mostly bullshit. But I'm starting to think they're on to something a little. I've been consuming an incredible amount of fresh vegetables and fruits, and I really do think the worst of the cravings has passed. Last night I was stuffing pieces of yam into my mouth like it was the last yam EVER, and it was so delicious that it made me not even miss gross, artery-clogging concoctions.
I can't believe I'm even posting my weight for everyone to see ON THE INTERNET, when the lady at the BMV asks me if it's the same and I'm all "yes, I still weigh...180?", but here we go:
Starting weight: 270 good god that is almost 300 pounds.
Current weight: 256.4
Goal weight: 170
Actual goal weight that doesn't suck and isn't cheating myself: 145 do you know the last time I weighed 145? Me neither. I think it was middle school. Or possibly elementary school.
Current healthy obsessions: overnight oats in a jar (merci, Skinny Taste!), yams, the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, Zumba, Born to Run by Christopher McDougall.
Workouts this week: 4
Miles walked/ran/huffed and puffed this month: 11.7
How awesome I feel today, on a scale of 1 - 10: 10 00000000