So my sister (and I believe her roommate at the time?) coined the term "Stop Being Fat" which is slowly turning into a "Stop Being Fat" diet. And I have officially joined the team.
I think back when I got married and weighed 135. Even then I was like "Dang, I wish I would have lost another 10 pounds." What I wouldn't GIVE to be 135 now. And Im the only one to blame. By the time I get home from picking up Ava I use the "Im tired" excuse. I also use the "I dont have time", "I need to get laundry done" and sometimes the plain ol' "Im lazy" excuse.
Before I gave birth to Ava I was a good solid 145. I was working out at the gym, had a personal trainer, and ate right. Now, at 176, I haven't worked out in weeks, I sometimes skip dinner or have a small piece of toast, or go through the drive-thru at lunch. I am almost at my heaviest that I was in high school. And when I look at those pictures, I KNOW Im overweight. And what does that teach Ava? With the rise in childhood obesity, I put my foot down to be a healthy and active mommy.
A separate blog to come on my journey to being an active and healthy mom and wife. For now, "Stop Being Fat, Mama!"