sigh.
I joined Weight Watchers today. Incredibly, my weight has ballooned in the past year (in spite of all of the running around I do), and I'm now heavier than I ever have been. I look back at pictures of myself and wonder how, as few as two years ago, I ever had body-image issues, and how the hell my father convinced me I was fat when I weighed 98 lb in high school, running six miles a day and raising sheep.
Ah, but today I am not going to the hate place. I'm just not. I don't have the energy.
I have been walking/jogging on the treadmill about 2-3 times a week (not as often as I need to be, but...) and I was considering just keeping up with that, because weight isn't as important as fitness, and I know this. But my weight has a lot to do with blood sugar levels, and I am prone to type 2 diabetes for the rest of my life. I can't risk that.
So now I'm counting points and drinking more water, I guess. Apples instead of tater tots, that kind of thing. Wish me luck. I hate sinking $40 a month into someone telling me how to eat, but I can't do this alone, and I will not, absolutely not, end up with diabetes. I may not be particularly fond of my ass, but I like myself well enough to try to avoid making myself sick.
Ah, but today I am not going to the hate place. I'm just not. I don't have the energy.
I have been walking/jogging on the treadmill about 2-3 times a week (not as often as I need to be, but...) and I was considering just keeping up with that, because weight isn't as important as fitness, and I know this. But my weight has a lot to do with blood sugar levels, and I am prone to type 2 diabetes for the rest of my life. I can't risk that.
So now I'm counting points and drinking more water, I guess. Apples instead of tater tots, that kind of thing. Wish me luck. I hate sinking $40 a month into someone telling me how to eat, but I can't do this alone, and I will not, absolutely not, end up with diabetes. I may not be particularly fond of my ass, but I like myself well enough to try to avoid making myself sick.