A Wake Up Call

Actually, it was more like a fake up call, but it happened, and it gave me the motivation I needed to get back to living healthier.

I’ve never been one to obsess over the number on the scale. In fact, we didn’t even have a scale in the house up until about a year ago. Occasionally, I’d step on the scale on my way out of Publix, but it’s been quite a few years since we’ve lived near a grocery store where shopping is a pleasure.

I stepped on the scale in our bathroom just a few weeks ago, and the number was horrifying. I won’t get into actual numbers, but the scale made it seem as though I weighed more than I ever did throughout my entire pregnancy with Veronica. And I got pretty chubby when I was pregnant..

From the scale, I looked at the mirror and wondered if all the Starbucks and after school Happy Meals had really affected me that much. I mean, after all, in college I’d be in the drive thru at Taco Bell by 10:30 for my first round of lunch and I was rail-thin.

For the last week or so, I’ve been careful to cut out the fast food (which is kinda hard when your husband is gone and you don’t want to cook). I’ve made sure to stick to water, and drink an ice cold cup first thing in the morning, and just before bed. I had been drinking a lot of sweet tea to stay away from soda, obviously it’s not that much better. I also committed to going back to my boot camp class. I got lazy for a little bit, and boy is it hard to get back.

After a week of just eating better, I can already feel a difference. I had to go through the drive thru last night, on my way to a meeting, and it’s crazy how gross I felt afterwards. I’ve had a hard time meal planning lately, but hopefully this is just the kick I need to get back on that train!

Oh, and the scale. I can blame my minions for that. I adjusted it back to zero, and I am in fact in my happy range.