By Belinda
Update:
It was a good weekend. I walked each day with Molson our family dog--3.5 km each day, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
On Sunday after church I went for lunch at The Cedar Kitchen, but had a Greek salad--not the breakfast they are famous for.
Monday, 30 May 2011
Sunday, 29 May 2011
156.8 On a Scale of 1-10
By Belinda
I made a scale of 1-10 which motivates me to work towards being a 10. I'm a 1 right now at 156.8. But I'm working on the 10!
1. 157-155.5
2. 154
3. 152.5
4. 151
5. 149.5
6. 148
7. 146.5
8 145
9. 143.5
10.142
I made a scale of 1-10 which motivates me to work towards being a 10. I'm a 1 right now at 156.8. But I'm working on the 10!
1. 157-155.5
2. 154
3. 152.5
4. 151
5. 149.5
6. 148
7. 146.5
8 145
9. 143.5
10.142
Saturday, 28 May 2011
158 Yikes!
By Belinda
I am returning to my confessional post.
I got on the scales this morning at a new high of 158 lb and I knew I needed help. I know that it helps to confide here.
What got me here? Sad to say it is pathetic but true--I used stuffing myself as a coping mechanism during four stressful months at work. Ridiculous to deal with a difficult time by creating another problem, but somehow I thought that rewarding and comforting myself with food was "helpful." Go figure.
Add to this the fact that I have been baking pies on an ongoing basis as a fundraiser and you get the picture. Pie is never far away--and pastry--flaky, tender pastry--is a weakness.
Anyway, friends, I feel like I've zipped myself into a fat suit. I am wearing flowing tops to cover my expanding middle and hips and my face is looking paunchy. I don't like it.
I will be 61 in a very few days, but I don't like helping along the ageing process.
So I plan to check in regularly and share the journey back to sanity and fitness.
I am returning to my confessional post.
I got on the scales this morning at a new high of 158 lb and I knew I needed help. I know that it helps to confide here.
What got me here? Sad to say it is pathetic but true--I used stuffing myself as a coping mechanism during four stressful months at work. Ridiculous to deal with a difficult time by creating another problem, but somehow I thought that rewarding and comforting myself with food was "helpful." Go figure.
Add to this the fact that I have been baking pies on an ongoing basis as a fundraiser and you get the picture. Pie is never far away--and pastry--flaky, tender pastry--is a weakness.
Anyway, friends, I feel like I've zipped myself into a fat suit. I am wearing flowing tops to cover my expanding middle and hips and my face is looking paunchy. I don't like it.
I will be 61 in a very few days, but I don't like helping along the ageing process.
So I plan to check in regularly and share the journey back to sanity and fitness.
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