mightymeagan

At 8:00 a.m. this morning I went for a beautiful frost filled walk on the gravel roads near my house. (I live in the country) It was cold enough this morning here in Kansas that my breath frosted over and my glasses fogged up.  Plus there was frost on the car windshields! It was very beautiful! I was wishing for an MP3 player though, for some great tunes to walk to as I ground the ‘pavement’, so I may look into getting one of those for the future. I walked for about a half hour before my lungs and left calf forced me inside the house.  (I’m a smoker so cold air is harsh!) I was a bit worried at first that I’d pulled that calf muscle, but the pain worked itself out after some more stretching.  (I did stretch before I went walking) So, hopefully it was just a fluke and won’t bother me in the future.

After coming inside, as I mentioned before I did some cool down stretches.  Also I did 2 sets of bench presses with 3lb weights. 16 reps each set.  Then I did 2 sets of Chest Flies (butterflies) also with 3lb weights. 16 reps each set.  My chest huuuuuurts! Already!

I’m using this site as my guide in weight lifting. http://exercise.about.com/cs/exerciseworkouts/a/weight101_2.htm

I may need to get some 5 lbs weights, since the 3’s felt a bit light.  I’m worried about going too heavy, because I don’t want… “guy muscles”, but I do want muscles. More muscles burns more fat! I will be doing one major muscle group each day and then I hope to be able to rip off all muscle groups in one weight lifting session 3 times a week.  But, I know that if I try to do it all today, after not exercising for like… ages, I really will end up hurting myself.  So, slow but sure, and hopefully tomorrow I’m as positive as I feel today.  Especially since I know that my chest is going to hurrrrrt!

So, I hope you all have enjoyed your Halloween evenings, I didn’t do anything special myself. 

Well see ya all tomorrow!

So, I’m new here, but not new to weight loss (or weight gain for that matter).  I’m a yo-yo’er.  I loose weight only to gain it back again in frustrated cycles.  Most recently, in the past few years I’ve gone from 330lbs to 250lbs - then gained to 300lbs and back down to 265. Then silly me - there I go again back up to 300 then a great shock hit my system I’ve topped out again at -320lbs. Which is 10lbs shy of the biggest I’ve ever been.  I’m not going back there. I didn’t like being there, why try it again?

So, I’m here to see if this helps. I’m here to document my trials and my triumphs. I’m here to find support and give it when I can.

 I’m here because I NEED to be.

Which is I guess the first step to many that I will take on this march toward weight loss glory.  I say glory because I’ve always associated that word with war, and really that is how I look at weight loss.  Each pound and inch lost is a battle won for myself.  A victory to cheer over.  Each pound and inch gained is a battle lost.  A battle to mourn.  But, the war, ah - the war - it will never end. 

I’ve been “chubby” all my life, though in the past few years I’ve finally realized. . . I’ve long passed “chubby” by on the highway and zoomed right into severe obesity.

I hate the words fat, obese, large, chubby; I detest them. Because they ‘describe’ me - but not the me I see in my mind’s eye.  Not the me I FEEL I am.

Inside myself I am mighty.  I am strong. I am a temptress. I am sexy. I am… glorious in all my beauty.

I must reconcile my outer image to my inner one.

Now, please don’t get me wrong.  My mental image of myself is not always so constant (whose is??).  I get as depressed as the next person. Sometimes more-so, sometimes less - I’m sure.

Part of me just doesn’t understand - How the HELL did I get here??!! How in the hell did I get to be this . . big??  I know it didn’t creep up on me. I mean come on, even I’m not that dense.  But the IMPACT of it all - is mind-boggling.

Yesterday I made the decision - something needs to give. Something has to change.  Or I will eat myself into heart disease, diabetes, and an early grave.

That is unacceptable.

So, I’ve decided to record progress with BMI, inches, and pounds. These are the measurements of success or failure. I anticipate success, though I know the war will be - if not bloody, at least - sweaty.