For an entire year before our wedding I worked extremely hard to lose weight, get fit, and become healthier. It took an entire year to loose a measly ten pounds and be at my lowest weight in years. While I wish I had lost more, I know I did the best I could at the time, given my circumstances (planning a wedding, moving across the country, leaving my job, etc.).
Unfortunately it only took two months for me to gain that ten pounds right back. And I am NOT happy about it.
I know I have nobody to blame but myself, but if I could blame something else I would blame the following:
- 1. A week in paradise with free, delicious food at our fingertips
- 2. Coming home and being blissfully in love
- 3. Pizza Week. It was damn good, though, so it was worth every single calorie
- 4. The Anticipation of the Deployment. I gave him free range when it came to meals the last week he was here, so my man choose food that didn’t have a single green vegetable in sight, and I—stupidly—followed along.
- 5. The Deployment Weekend. I gave myself a weekend to splurge, pig out, and feel sorry for myself. Those chips? Don’t mind if I do. Ice cream? Thank you very much. Pizza? Yes, please.
Which leads me to today. I’m at a weight I’m absolutely not happy with and my self confidence has been thrown out the window. But instead of mopping around and stuffing my sad emotions with sugary sweets, I’m doing something about it.
I started the Couch To 5k program today. You may remember that I’ve already ran and walked two half marathons, but I’m hoping to get more out of doing less this time. My goal, which I think is entirely feasible, is to be able to run—without stopping—three miles in under 30 minutes. Right now I’m just going to follow the program and then worry about my time later. When I’m at the gym I’m always concerned with how fast I’m going and how far I’ve went. This time, I bought a C25k app for my iTouch to help motivate me.
I’m also revamping my meals and throwing out all the crap in our fridge that won’t do my body good. (Okay, “throwing out” is a harsh phrase. I’m really freezing most of it so Kenny can eat it when he gets home).
During this deployment I have several goals, which I’ll share with you in a later post, but my first plan is to lose at least 10 pounds. I think it’s entirely possible, I just need to focus on it completely and work hard.
I’m not alone in this, right? Did you gain weight after you got married or before a deployment? How did you get it off?