2012 has been a busy year for us. I’d actually venture to say that the last 12 months have been a whirlwind. Our lives brought us a new job for Dan and I began settling into my new job as well. Many friends of ours got engaged and we attended six (6!) weddings in the past 6 months. I was Maid of Honor for my sister and Dan was part of the bridal party in 2 weddings. We danced away the nights, ate copious amounts of cake, laughed, drank and spent much of the past 12 months (and more condensed, the last 6 months) running around with hardly a moment to breathe.
We celebrated birthdays both big and small and spent time with family and friends. We loved every single event we were a part of, and couldn’t ask for a more loving and caring social circle and family. But as the dust settles, I think it’s time to admit a major problem I’ve created and allowed to perpetuate–
I’ve gained weight.
Not a couple swing pounds, but an absolutely positively without a doubt noticeable difference on my frame. “Tighter” doesn’t even seem accurate to describe the condition of the clothes in my closet. I feel uncomfortable and angry at myself for not taking time to stop. For not taking the time for myself. For constantly going and ignoring the scale rising and my pants tightening.
I think I used our busy schedule as an excuse. There were fabulous dinners to eat, bites at cocktail hours and family parties, cocktails to be enjoyed. Then there was the exhaustion that came, inevitably, with spending weekends out of town. Instead of enjoying myself on the weekends and eating healthier during the week, I gave up entirely and constantly used my exhaustion as an excuse to order take-out or cook an unhealthy easy meal. I would tell Dan I was tired, that I couldn’t possible cook, so we’d wisk up an unhealthy meal or just go out to eat. Both our wallets and our waistlines suffered.
But the dust has settled. Aside from normal social activities and family outings, there are no more excuses. No more excuses for laziness, no more excuses for poor eating.
There comes a time where you have to stop. Where the reasoning fails and all you’re left with is the truth. It’s time to change.
I’ve decided to start being serious about what I eat and how I move my body. The bottom line is, I don’t have much of a choice. I can’t stay at my current weight. It’s not healthy and most importantly–above all else–I’m not happy.
I love to cook and I don’t think that will change much. Maybe my portions will be smaller, or I’ll reserve the really fun cooking for the weekends. Working out will be beneficial as well, since eating less, well, hasn’t worked quite frankly.
It’s hard for me to put out on a blog, on the great and vast internet the fact that I truly do need to lose weight. I am hopeful the honesty I’ve provided will motivate me to succeed.
Cheers (with water) to success!