You gotta start somewhere, right?
I started with my gym membership. We have a family membership that we pay way too much for and only gets used when the kids take a swim lesson or when one of my friends encourages me to take a class with them.
I decided I need to just go. I am aiming for 3 times a week. First thing I did was drop the kids off at the daycare and headed to the water fountain. I was so proud of myself for my renewed efforts that I had purchased a cute little water bottle. I guess my theory was if I carried this fancy water bottle, people would admire it rather than my huge butt. Who knows if it worked. Next to the water fountain is the scale. It taunted me. I have always believed that scales were evil, so we have never purchased a scale. What good is it to harp on your weight? It is how the clothes fit on you, right?
I convinced myself that if I was going to monitor my progress I needed to have a baseline though, so I conquered my fears and stepped on. Immediately, I regretted this decision. The number that flashed made me want to cry. 176. That cannot be right, I thought. Of course it wasn’t. I was still holding the water bottle and the water bottle alone had to be 5 pounds at least!
So I put the bottle down and stepped on it again. I was a bit disappointed that it only weighed a pound. Ladies and Gentleman… I weigh 175 pounds. My dress size is a 14, although I still smash myself into a 12 whenever possible. So this is my starting point.