In response to my recent post regarding my weight (not to be confused with the dozen or so other posts I've written regarding my weight) two of my favorite peeps recommended I check out an app called My Fitness Pal. Surprise! My Fitness Pal is how I lost 14 pounds before Christmas last year. I LOVE that app. It's on my iPad and my iPhone (not to mention my laptop).
So I took the serendipity of it all to heart and I signed back on and updated my profile (I am completely honest on that app - of course I keep my profile private so only I can see it). I'm going to start using it again next week. It really does work.
It works because, if you're honest, you get a real picture of how many calories you're consuming. Lots of us really don't have any concept of what we put in our faces on a daily basis and then we're shocked when our pants don't fit anymore. This app helps you keep an eye on that.
Secondly, even though I keep my profile private, or share it only with strangers (hmmm...sounds familiar), checking in makes me accountable. I need to be accountable. You know...like with my blogging buddies and family about my drinking or lack thereof? Yeah..like that. Apparently it works for me.
So now I just have to get my ample ass back in gear and start paying attention to what I eat again. I'm not going to start "giving up" anything because that really does not work for me AND I really did realize during Lent how damaging that can be; but I am going to start making better choices again. It worked before, there no reason to think it won't work again.
I've also been thinking a lot about whether or not I even want to worry about this shit anymore. Maybe this IS where I'm supposed to be. Maybe I should just give myself a break.
Yeah - that would be okay except for one thing...I don't want to die young.
See - in a prior life I was something of a fitness nut. A lot of learning went into that nut. I KNOW that this weight is not where I should be. I know my numbers. I know what eating all this sugar is going to do eventually (type 2 diabetes anyone?). I know what this extra weight is doing to my joints and bones. I know what will eventually happen to my blood pressure, my heart, my quality of life. I know that I'm speeding up the aging process.
So I'll get back on that fucking roller coaster and start counting calories, exercising more and managing my numbers. I'll get myself together and get healthier because I want to live a long and happy life. I know that none of us knows what tomorrow brings but it would be a real bitch if I were to die early and it was totally preventable. What kind of legacy is that to leave to my kids? What kind of message does that send?
Seems like I had this same conversation with myself twelve years ago when I quit smoking and then again a little over three years ago when I quit drinking. I've never regretted making those decisions. I'm sure I'll feel the same way about this decision.
Plus I'll look much better in my clothes and I'll be able to wear higher heels comfortably.
Hey...we all have our priorities right?