New Me in 17

It’s the new year and I’m starting it with changes as many people do. My hubs turns the big 5-0 this year and we have both been wanting to get healthy and lose weight. It’s been a long time coming.  Now with his big birthday approaching, we are finally getting serious about making the necessary changes for our health.

I always hear about people who want or need to lose 10 or 20 pounds and I can tell you that I remember those days. In 2012-13, I lost 80 pounds. Unfortunately, after my mom died, I gained 40 of those precious lost pounds back over the next year. I really wasn’t finished losing weight. I was still fat, but not as big as I had been. Thank the good Lord above!  

I’ve been contemplating many things over the last few months. I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of having pain in my knees. I’m tired of having no energy. Guess what! I made the decision over this time, part of my weight loss process, to really do something about it. It’s time to get serious.

Hubs must be on the same wavelength these days with the big birthday coming up on July. Granted, he is not anywhere as overweight as me, but he could lose some and his health would be exponentially improved. He is hypertensive and a non-insulin diabetic for the last few years. Losing just 20-30 pounds could conceivably eliminate his need for medications. Turning 50 seems to finally have him serious about his health. You can’t imagine how happy that makes me. I’ve been wanting him to make some of these lifestyle changes for the last 10 years. I love him and want him around for a long time.

Today is the new beginning, the new dawn for our new life. Surprisingly, it went very well. I’ve made my chart, another part of my process, and I plotted out my weeks and goals. This time, I added hubs to my chart. Woo-hoo! 

My overall goal is staggering, but in small increments I shall conquer each new goal. Hubs has it easy in comparison. I not only have to lose the 40 that I regained but also another 50 to make my final goal. I’ll be left with a tummy that will sag and have to be tucked in, thanks to having 4 kids, but the rest of my skin is still in good shape. If and when I succeed, that will bring my total weight loss to 125 pounds. 

I know most people can’t imagine having to lose this, but I love this and I’m coming clean. I’ve never published my weight loss journey before, but this time is different. This time I am a blogger and I figured that maybe some of you will appreciate the struggles and successes of this journey. 

This is my story. This is the beginning of my transformation.  If you’d like to join me please feel free to tell me your story. We can support each other. Below are my before pictures taken this evening. 

Love and peace!




Daily Prompt: Healthy

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Ah to be healthy!  I was once a young and healthy kid.  I strive to be healthy since I won’t be that young kid again.  I have let myself go, as they say.  I won’t beat around the bush.  It’s stress that brought me here and bad choices on my part.  I love food.  I really love carbohydrates.  Just last night I was craving store-bought birthday cake.  Luckily for me, we didn’t go to the store to get any and it’s no one’s birthday.  It was the dog’s birthday on Friday.  Good thing we didn’t get him a cake!

As Americans, we seem to be getting bigger.  We are getting lazier and fatter.  we are not as healthy as a whole.  Sure, there are those people that exercise all the time, but they are the minority.  Sometimes it seems that the more wealth people have, the healthier they are as a whole.  Is this because they can afford the personal trainers and the exercise clubs?  They have more time to workout and take care of themselves, perhaps? Who knows?  Maybe they take more time to educate themselves on the importance of being healthy.  But I know the health risks, and yet, here I am, unhealthy.

I am sure that most of my problem is caused by stress.  Cortisol levels increase causing more fat in the belly area when we are stressed.  It sucks and I have definitely gone through enough stress in the last 6 months to  last a lifetime.  I guess I’m predisposed to fatness.  I hate it.  I was such a thin child.  I could eat anything and never have to worry.  Now, not so much.  I swear I could look at a piece of fudge and it will end up on my belly.

I have decided that enough is enough.  I am getting healthy.  I have watched some of the shows of “My 600 Lb Life” on TLC.  I won’t ever be that large, but the weight scares me.  My weight scares me.  I know how I feel at this weight and it isn’t a good feeling.  I’m tired. My joints hurt.  My feet hurt.  My heel spurs bother me.  My achilles tendons ache at the end of the day.  My back hurts.  I know all that I have to do is lose some weight. I’ve done it before.  In fact, I lost 80 pounds before.  Since my mom passed away, however, I’ve gained about 20 and before that, I had gained about 15-20. I refuse to let all that hard work go to hell.  It won’t happen.

So, now that I’m 40 pounds more than I was after working so hard to lose it, I will get back on track and I will lose more.  I want to lose 65 -70 pounds.  I will do it for health reasons.  I will never have that beautiful beach, bikini body that I once had.  I have flabby skin and will always have a tummy that hangs (thank you children). I can do this.  I need to do this for my health, my family and most importantly, for me.