Ok, the thought of going and weighing myself for this causes me physical pain- which I suppose is why I'm here right?
*Pause while I run to the bathroom scale*
Gawd- 223 lbs. Weird, I'm in a metric country (Canada) but I don't know how to convert that. Anyhow that was crazy depressing.
I think my journey, while wanting to lose weight, is to also love myself regardless of whether or not I ever lose an ounce.
Although the fact that I was handed a slice of chocolate cheesecake when I got to work today - regardless of how nice it was to be thought of, won't really be helping me.
So: I am now bussing to work, which involves a lot more walking to and from bus stops. I also work in a HUGE institution now that involves more stairs and long distances to get to other people's offices/departments. So that should help.
AND, I should also fall in love with my workout DVDs again. I cannot promise the gym, as I hate hate hate it there. Makes me feel crappy about myself.
As for food- maybe more home-made meals, fewer M&M's. It's all about baby steps, right?
Thanks for letting me be a part of this group ladies!
Princess of the Universexo