McFatty Monday and the post I could have written myself.

Have you ever read the Heir to Blair? Beth Anne (Blair is a pen name) and I were on the bump message boards a million moons ago at the same time when we were pregnant with Harrison and Noah, respectively. Her blog is hilarious and heartfull and a lot of times she reads my mind- although it may just be that years of ingesting sweet tea and grits will make people think alike. Who knows.

Anyway, she hosts a Monday morning link-up called McFatty Monday which chronicles her weight loss journey and asks others to join in. This is the first time I've ever joined in and if you hop on over and read her post for today, just imagine me reading it, sitting there wide-eyed at the screen with my mouth agape nodding like an idiot.

... today I am struggling hardcore.

After Noah was born I joined weight watchers and lost 31lbs, getting 4 pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight. I felt great- I was still not where I wanted to be, but it was better than where I was. When I got pregnant this last time, I gained a few pounds quickly- not because of the pregnancy, but because I was lazy and just dang ole just wanted to eat bad food (no sense in sugar-coating it, huh?). When I lost the baby, I'm not proud to say that I turned to food more than once (and am still guilty of doing that every once in a while) for comfort. I guess I felt that if I had been through the whole "having the u/s technician tell me 'oh, honey, there's no heartbeat' - losing a part of my family- enduring a hospital stay and d&e - missing out on beer for 3.5 months" thing, the least I could do was eat food that tasted good. I still don't think I've called BS on myself for that one, and I have the 20 extra pounds to back it up.

Blair wrote in her post another thing that I TOTALLY identify with- "You know how anorexics distort their body to see themselves as larger than they really are? I do that in reverse." Me too, girl. Me too. I'm wearing the same clothes I wore 20 lbs ago and while I think I look fine when I'm gettting dressed (because, honestly, EVERYONE sucks it in when they look in the mirror for that last glance-over), but I'll catch myself in a photo or in the mirror with my terrible posture and get a nice slap in the face from reality.

Alright so what am I gonna do about it?
A) I'm on day 11 of no soda (not even my beloved Diet Coke!)! Other than feeling like I was going to die for about 5 minutes yesterday (which could have also been attributed to me being a baby shower and realizing that the guest of honor was due 10 days after I would have been and then promptly excusing myself and having a complete meltdown in the car), I've been doing good! I got some awesome tea from Earth Fare last night- including "Morning Thunder" which goes without saying, is caffeinated.
B) I've got to make better choices for not only me but for my family. Joe and I want to set GOOD examples for Noah, but at the moment... well let's just say yesterday for breakfast Joe ate a piece of peanut butter pie. Yikes. (Noah and I had Kashi waffles and bananas, thankyouverymuch)
C) I've got to get moving. Whether it's Jillian Michaels at 6am or a quick run around the neighborhood to wake me up while Joe's getting ready for work or even evening family strolls pumped up a notch- something has to be done!