So, here I am.
It's the first post. The very first post.
A bit of background - I made a New Year's Resolution 5 years ago. January 1, 2005, I made a goal yet again to lose weight and get in shape. For whatever reason - maybe the 200th time's the charm - I was successful. I ultimately lost 80 pounds. I went from 210 pounds - maybe a bit heavier, but that's the first weight I recorded - to a too low 128. I then had a rash of injuries - messed up the IT band in my right leg completing a half marathon, dropped a weight on my right foot and had a stress fracture, broke my toe on my left foot, tore my gastrocnemius in my right leg doing banded sprint runs (spent 4 months in a leg cast and on crutches), had hernia surgery, had girly bits surgery, had melanoma removed in four spots, and severely pulled my left piriformis August 2009. That sucker STILL hurts.
Along the way, I developed a love for boxing and Muay Thai - although I do not like clinch work. I like to run, REALLY like to walk long distances and discovered that I really do like to eat healthy.
But I have gained back 20 pounds. Ten of that I probably needed. 128 was too low for me - as is evidenced by the number of people who thought I was ill. But the other ten pounds - they probably need to leave me. I definitely do not need them, that's for sure.
I know that many people make New Year's resolutions to lose weight and they just aren't successful. I know, because it was me for a number of years. I will not let it be me this year. I am going to blog here - but I'm going to do it for me. I'm not going to set up a fancy template, put ads on (this might change later) - but I will put a link on my main blog whenever I do update.
I'm not going to put a lot of pressure on myself to update daily. I plan to put a little snippet up with my exercise - although I do update that on daily mile - and you can follow me there if you'd like. I may or may not journal my food - I haven't decided yet. I do know that I need to back it off on the breads and pastas and cupcakes - all of which makes me unbelievably sad.
Not as sad as the state of my jeans, however.
I've been under the mistaken illusion that one boxing class a day is enough to allow me to eat whatever I want. And, um, not such a good idea.
So I'm beginning again. Are you with me?
