It IS a way of life

I have struggled with my weight my entire life. Ok, not my entire life, I am sure my parents can attest to the fact that when I was a little girl, I was a skinny minny.

Boy have those times changed.

As I said in my first blog post, after I got married, I got very comfortable. So comfortable that the pounds just started creeping back on. I was overweight when I got pregnant with my son, lost the baby weight soon after he was born, but never lost the "other" weight. Then I got pregnant with my daughter and decided I had had enough of this lifestyle and was going to do something about my weight after she was born.

I decided not to "diet" when I was training for our first half. I was nursing and running, I wanted to wait and see how my body responded. I had a easy time losing the baby weight and lost an additional 10 pounds during my training.

I was pretty happy with the way things were going, until I saw the pictures that were taken at the race.

Oh.my.god.

Did I REALLY look like that?!

That was the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back".

On November 12, I signed up for Weight Watchers. I had been successful with this program, or "way of life", before and knew I could do it again. But, there was a little voice in the back of my mind though, saying "why are you starting a diet before the holidays?" I knew if I didn't do it then, I would never do it.

And then I started losing. And losing. I lost after Christmas. Lost after New Years. Lost after at trip to Disneyland. Holy s*&t! I was doing it!

As of yesterday, February 11, 14 weeks after starting Weight Watchers, I have lost 25.4 pounds. 53.8 pounds since I had my daughter in April.

I am proud. Proud that even with my crazy life, I was able to do it. I was able to count points, plan meals and make time for running and all of this lead to where I am today in my weight loss journey.

I can not wait to run those 13.1 miles WITHOUT those extra 25 pounds.

And I can't wait to see the pictures at the end.