I’m talking about weight. Not a nice word to far too many women (and men). A concept that for most of my life has been wrapped up with feelings of insecurity and inadequacy. I’ve gained, lost, and gained again. Each time the number on the scale got a little bigger I would hope that that’s as large as it would ever get. But it kept creeping. I topped out around 220 right before I had Little Bear a year ago. Then I hung out around 200 – my pre-pregnancy weight – for the better part of a year.
At the beginning of this year, Doug and I decided to take control of our weight for good. He started the Take Shape for Life program in mid-January and is currently down almost 80 pounds. He has really made some amazing changes, and he is an inspiration to me and to a lot of people that he is now coaching through Take Shape for Life. I’ve been counting calories and increasing my exercise and in the same amount of time I’ve lost a little over 20 pounds. I officially start TSFL tomorrow, and I hope to be down another 45 pounds by the end of summer.
I have a lot of reasons for doing this. I want to be more healthy and active for my kids’ sakes – particularly for the time that I am able to get pregnant again. I want to reinvent my style through replacing my wardrobe. I want to be more comfortable in my skin and more content when I look in the mirror. There are some things to be said for accepting yourself and loving your current shape, and I believe that. However, when where you are and where you should be according to the BMI scale are as vastly different as they are for me, I think a bigger change is in order. At this time in my life, I want to be – and I’m ready to sacrifice in order to be – a success story.
If you want more information on how I’m doing this, check out The Shape of Health.