Week 1 Day 2

So far, so good. I have managed to remember my medication that I am supposed to take daily. That will also aid in my weight loss. I also have been drinking pleanty of water and I have enlisted my daughter in telling me when my glass is empty and to fill it if she thinks I need more. She's stayed on task with that today.

Today was a push-up day. I managed to do 175. Not too shabby. My arms are burning in a good way. I can see an actual muscle growing and my flabby wings slowly disapearing. It has been 5 weeks since beginning that program and I feel like I am or have been actually doing something.

Today my food intake was more on target then yesterday. I usually get breakfast in but with me sleeping late these past few days I have been just eating lunch. Today however I have eaten so far:

Coffee: 2points (because of the milk)
Lean Cuisuine Cheese ravaloi: 4 points
Grapes : approx 1 cup 1 point
Beef Stew: 4 points.

As of right now, I have 11 points left and I can enjoy my evening cup of coffee plus a snack or a low fat dessert if I need one.

I know that weight loss and getting fit is something that is done over time. You need to work at it and when you reach your goal you still have to keep up with the maintence. For me and I am sure that it is like this for many other's as well. The weight didn't just appear over night. So why do we expect it to just vanish that way? I am one that watches the scale. Watches clothes size. To me, that is important. Why? For as long as I can remember my weight has always been an issue for me. I can remember me eating a bowl of oatmeal and a piece of toast when I was younger only to have my great grandmother say ver loudly...."Anngel, you are getting so fat". I was like 8. And ever since then, it didn't matter how active I was, or how little I ate, I was still "fat".

I remember when I first lost the weight. I was in a size 16 jeans needing to go to a higher size. My husband decided that we needed to get healthy and decided to sign me up for Weight Watchers. He presented me with the meeting passes and said go see what we can do. My feelings were hurt at first because I knew that I wasn't happy with what I had become, but now it was effecting him. And he is so loving that he just wouldn't come out and say so. But a year later, when I was so shocked at myself when I went shopping with my sister-in-law. We went to Old Navy. I never shopped in that store before because I was to "fat" for their clothes. But, she convinced me to go. She grabbed a pair of jeans and said try these on. I did and was shocked. It was a size 4. I had never been in that size before. I even asked the lady at the register if the size lables on the jeans were correct. But honestly, I still felt fat.

But that was before the tummy tuck. I have been a sedintary creature since then. And now, I am tired of being a couch potato. I want to be "cute and sassy". I don't want to be the big one when I am with my friends. Most of all, I am hoping that after this time, I will be able to hold my head up high and be proud of me. So, this time. I want to do it for me. New year, new outlook, new things are going to happen and ya know, I am not getting any younger and I want to enjoy things with my hubby when we get older.