Well, you're never going to believe it, but:
So yeah. I've started doing the 30-Day Shred, and I got myself a jump rope and some hand weights.
Here's the thing: I know that I'm not going to stop making and eating the foods that I like. I made chocolate chip scones for breakfast this morning and they were amazing. Dieting is not for me. Life is too short to not allow yourself to enjoy food!
That said, I've gained at least ten pounds since Christmas and I am officially the fattest I have ever been. I haven't seen the underside of 200 since December.
Something has to give, and if I'm not going to stop with the food, then I need to start with the exercise. And I'll be honest: I don't exercise. At all. Until now, I hadn't made any concerted effort to work out since we moved to California a year ago.
It's gross, I know. I'm creeping up on 30, and I do not want to start that decade of my life the way I've spent my twentysomething decade: fat and sedentary.
When I met Jason in 2005, I weighed in the 160s. I felt comfortable in my body. I wasn't embarrassed to wear a bathing suit in public. I'd like to feel that way again.
Can I get there? I don't know. But I sure as hell am going to try.