It started with a scale. Just a normal bathroom model. Nothing to freak out about.
But then I stepped on it. And was totally appalled by the number that appeared. I knew that I had gained a bit of weight since my wedding last year. There totally is something triggering about finally netting a man and settling down that makes you not care quite so much about being a little plumper than normal…but that number was startling.
I enjoy eating healthy. I also enjoy indulging in good food. I also enjoy an almost completely sedentary lifestyle of reading and blogging. Which is not conductive to weight loss.
I broke down a few months ago and downloaded the My Fitness Pal app on my phone. I just haven’t completely gotten into the habit of using it. I use it during the week, diligently. I usually don’t have the opportunity at work to indulge anyway. But then the weekend comes and Hubby and I will go out to eat once (or twice). Or one of us will go shopping and bring home something from the day old table at the supermarket. Or I’ll be miserable about something and hubby will bring me home chocolate. Or cook me something that usually tastes fantastic but had about a thousand calories.
And then I’ll tell myself that I will exercise but its cold and I just don’t like the exercise bike as it’s uncomfortable and I haven’t figured out how to use it and read at the same time (not very coordinated).
But I am trying. I would preferably not sign up for something like weight watchers, but will if it becomes necessary.