The Good, the bad and the chubby.



OK. I promised before stats and before stats there will be.

I must preface that I am terrified to announce this publicly. Like Fiancee doesn’t even know my numbers. Ugh. I am dreading this. But I know this will help keep me accountable so there you have it. It’s for the greater good. Here we go:

Bust: 43.5 inches

Under bust: 36.5 inches

Waist: 36.5 inches

Belly button: 42.5 inches

Hips: 51.5 inches (holy fucking toledo, goddamn)

Right bicep: 14 inches

Left bicep: 13.5 inches (my OCD is going to force me to do left handed single push ups until they’re the same)

Right thigh: 28 inches

Left thigh: 28.5 inches (and single right leg squats sigh)

Weight: 245.6 lbs

Wow. Those numbers are hard to swallow. Now for the goals.

I have 118 days until the wedding. 118 DAYS. It is not a lot. Just under 4 months. My goal, as lofty as it is, is to be under 200 lbs by the wedding. All it needs to be is 1 lbs under. But under is the goal.

But I’m realistic that this is a lofty goal for healthy weight loss. I am too old for diet pills or crash diets and know that the only way I will get there is by working out (hard) at least 5 days a week for 35-45 mins. I know that I have to eat every 3-4 hours for my hypoglycaemia. I know I have to avoid grains and carbs at dinner. And I know that I need a shit ton of vegetables in my diet. Like 8 servings a day. I know all this. I’ve known it for awhile. But now I have to do it.

This is my vow.

No more late night wine or sugar. None. Zero. Zip.

No more popcorn. It’s a gateway to other sugar and bad feelings.

No pop. I don’t drink a lot so I should just cut it out altogether.

Water water water. Water. At least 2L a day. It should be 3L but I’ll start with 2L.

Coffee black. No sugar. No milk. No foam goddamit. At least on the weekdays. This will be the hardest one.

No more skipping workouts. If I’m sick or Baby Girl is sick, slow spin or yoga is ok. But something.

No more excuses. Or “reasons” as I like to call them.

Last but not least, and this is the most important one that will allow me to accomplish all of the above: stop being so hard on myself. If I fuck up, don’t give up on the day and eat like shit because the day is “lost”. Don’t binge on workouts to make up for the lost ones and hurt so bad the next 3 days that you don’t do anything. Consistency is key.

The goal is to feel strong, not skinny. I will likely never be skinny. I don’t think I’m built for it. But I can be strong and have muscles. Muscles are hot.

Help me, guys. Help. me. I need motivation, strength, and support to not look back on my wedding photos with regret. I’m marrying an awesome guy and want to be at my best when we tell the world we are committed as a family. I want to be healthy so I can have another baby (hopefully this one won’t be such a surprise!). And I finally, after at least 14 years, to have the outside match the inside.

In advance- I thank you!

One thought on “The Good, the bad and the chubby.

  1. Go Girl Go!
    You’ve got a great plan, now you gotta stick with it. Yer fella’s gotta be on board, tell me if I need to kick him on board. Are you ditching the temptation out of your cupboard? Have you got a back up plan on what you’re going to do when it’s 6:30 PM, everything is chaos and you’re hungry like the wolves?


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