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Getting Friendly With Fitness Again

Here’s the worst:  being the fat girl at a sporting goods company.  Where everyone, aside from me, is fairly fit.  A few months ago, after seeing my doctor, I had to take a good hard long look at myself in the mirror (something I had been avoiding doing for sometime).  At 37, I had allowed myself to get so out of shape that I was weighing on the mid 200s.  The worst part was I used to be an athlete.  I played sports all through high school—specifically basketball.  I have been 5’10” since I was 12, so I have never been a small girl.  Although I have been thinner in my life, but I do not think I had ever been bigger.

I have lost 25 lbs since June with the support of co-workers, friends, my personal trainer Liz and the JumpSport Fitness Trampoline.  I work, frankly, at an amazing company. But I have another 50 lbs to go before I look CLOSE to what I want.  So being a new year and all, I am committed to doing that before the summer.

Since Thanksgiving, I have been the absolute worst when it comes to self control.  Company lunches, Christmas candies, cookies, cakes, and peanuts (including the most amazing peanut brittle) from our pallet company on the east coast. Self control is no longer my friend. Apparently I kicked dirt on him at recess the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and now he hates me.

Of the 30 lbs I had lost, I have gained back 10.  It is rather disheartening, but at the same time, I have no one to blame but myself.  I have not been back to the gym since I got back from Australia and have not bothered at all to watch what I have been eating.  It is amazing the difference I already feel.

I believe in starting slowly again, not in overwhelming myself and rushing to “start again” just because it is a new year.  Today I started a food log again, stopped drinking sodas, coffees, etc and will take the dog for a long walk after work.  Ok, I have a 7 lb Chihuahua named Howie Long so it will be a long walk for him, a medium walk for me.

Slow and steady wins the race, every time.

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