Well, I wasn't going to mention this. I kind of hemmed and hawed and all that, but in the end I think I should put this out in the open, in this most public of forums. That way I can almost be held accountable by y'all, no?
I'm on a mission. A revamping of myself, if you will. I haz a little weight to lose, and the time is now. I began Weight Watchers the first week of January and have lost 9 lbs to date. My work is not finished, friends. I want to lose another 25 pounds. Gah! That sounds like so much. But, it has to happen. I want to finally feel like my old self again. Pre-pregnancy, pre-cancer self. I want to feel beautiful when I look in the mirror. I don't want to cringe when I see myself in photos. I want to be healthy and feel great as a mother. I want my amazing designer jeans collection back.
My goal? Gabriella's 1st birthday. I think it's a totally attainable goal with consistent, hard work, and I am beyond motivated. I know it will be tough, and I may lose sight of my goal at times... maybe I should threaten myself with a mandatory bathing suit pic come June 21? Double gah!
So hubby and I joined a gym (well, we did a free 10 day trial first, to make sure we'd actually do it and we totally got into a groove and determined we just had to sign up). We have a couple free sessions with a personal trainer and he totally worked me last night. My legs feel like jello.
And for the first time in my life, I can honestly say I like the feeling. I was always the girl who hated working out. I was on the track team in high school and when we had to do our 2 lap warm-ups, I'd walk the second one (I was a sprinter/hurdler, so distance - i.e. hard work and effort wasn't my cup o' tea). I'm the girl who gets winded going upstairs. I always was naturally skinny with an insane metabolism, but man, I have never really been "in shape". Kind of scary.
So here I go! Wish me luck, and if you'd like to join me, go for it. I'd love to hear your stories about success (and failure??) with getting fit.