This isn’t a sales pitch. I’m not using any of the diet things that you’re seeing everywhere. It’s great that they exist out there, but they aren’t working for me.
I’m writing to tell you when you see me, to keep me accountable.
This was me at our wedding, almost 9 years ago:
Obviously none of us look like we did at 21. But here’s me at 23, about 10 pounds heavier:
And then 26, post Piper (about 10 pounds heavier than 23):
And now, 29, post Wren (about 10 pounds heavier than before):
I’ll be 30 in 2 months. On September 15. I’m not having a quarter life crisis or anything of that nature, but I’m facing reality about the fact that I’m getting older. I want to see my kids walk with their dad down the aisle. I want to be at their high school graduation. I’ve also gained 30 pounds in 9 years, and that’s not okay. Sure, I had two kids in between there, but I actually weighed LESS after Wren than I did before, and I let myself gain the weight back.
I need to get healthier. I eat like a 12-year-old. Truth be told, I had a Coke for breakfast.
One of my good friends told me about My Fitness Pal and he lost something like 40 pounds, and I had attempted it before, but not with this much resolve. Guys, 1200 calories a day. 1200. If I had actually put in the way that I was eating before, I was definitely over 2000. Another friend mentioned it, and it totally worked for her, too.
Time for me to start. I’m ready to feel like myself again. I’ll report back in September.