I need a kick start...

I am pretty much unmotivated right now.  Sure, I THINK about how I need to lose weight, and I feel like a fat cow most of the time, but I still do nothing about it.
My sister recently said to me that when I really wanted to make a change, I would make it.  Part of me was offended by that.  On the other hand, part of me agrees with her.  I do really want to be healthier, skinnier, and feel better.  I'm just lazy.  I want it to happen easily and not have to work for it.  But isn't everything worth having worth working for?
So how do I get up off my big butt and get going?
Any ideas for me?

I'd like to think that I am better than this, but I'm not...

Getting sweaty on the tready again, but for all the wrong reasons. I'm not doing it for my health. I am not doing it to create good habits, I'm doing it because I can't let my co-workers get skinnier than me. There I said it!

I consider myself a lady and as a lady, I don't talk about my age or my weight. Not because I am insecure about these topics or embarrassed (so I say) but I think women, in general, fuss too much about these issues and I don't want to be boring, whiney, or self-absorbed.

But (and it's a big butt straight on from the back) when my co-workers text me about each pound loss, I get the feeling, the overwhelming feeling, it's time to REALLy, this time, let the holidays go and get back to the business of being a single digit (Gah! Again with the shallowness).

I don't like to compare weight, it's not good. Women come in all shapes and sizes. One woman's 140 could be completely different from another's 140. Height has a lot to do with it, of course, that and the number of Little Debbies she's hoarding in her pocket book.

This is getting too long. So, there I have it. I'm no better than anyone else. I'm not "above it all." I just don't want to be the fat one in the room. Is that too much to ask?

Why did I let myself go to Rite Aid?!

Not that there is anything wrong with Rite Aid in general.  It's just that I should NOT have gone there the week after Halloween.
I was hoping that most of the good candy would be gone.  In fact, I was looking for something less than good in the form of some kind of gummy candy to use for a family activity.  What I found, was Peanut Butter M&Ms...and Junior Mints... and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.  And they were only 99 cents a bag.  Holy Cow!
I won't even tell you how many I bought.  I'll just tell you that I haven't eaten too many of them...yet.

On a happier note, I am cleared to start exercising now.  All I need is to actually get off my butt and do it.  Any ideas or suggestions for me?

This is not my big butt.

Or at least that is what I told myself when I looked in the mirror. So I got back on the treadmill tonight and sweat. Both of which took a lot of effort on my part. Can I get an applause, please? I hit the wall when Iwas having a teeny tiny emotional crisis. Then, having broken my regular routine, it was very hard to get back into it again, especially when all then fall shows have begun and there is so many great shows to watch, lots of potatoes, tortillas, and ice cream sandwiches to eat, and a couch to keep company.

BUT, tonight I rededicate myself to my fitness goals, my fruits (you know who you are), and this blog. I say this things in the name of Jackie Warner. Amen.

Pear's not-so-triumphant return

So I took a month off...from everything: healthy eating, portion control, excerize...proper hygiene.

But, I'm back. Which is half the battle. I'm pretty disappointed in myself. I have some important events coming up and it would have been nice to be in prime condition. With only 4 days left until one of the events, short of cutting off an arm (which would slow down how quickly I can stuff my face), I'm not going to be down the 5 -10 I gained over my month long sabbatical.

Last night on Twitter I came across this daring, darling duo of twin sisters/fitness pros/writers/comedians. Here's a sample:

"Perky, not saggy: Push-ups or push-up bra?"

Enjoy!

Two steps forward...one step back

I did pretty well yesterday. I had a good, healthy breakfast and a light dinner. The only snack between meals was a frozen yogurt cone. (Normally I'd have regular ice cream.) I drank water and walked lots and lots. I chose Minute Maid Light for lunch instead of Dr. Pepper. But, on the flip side, I did have a burger for lunch, then ate 1/3 bag of Cheetos right before bed. Why do I do that? I work so hard all day and then blow it just minutes before the day is over.

Today I'm starting over again. I had a very healthy breakfast. Let's see if I can be good the entire day. As long as I'm making progress, I'm not going to be too hard on myself. I've done enough of that over the years.

How are the rest of you fruities doing? Do you have any strategies going into the weekend?

Introducing myself...

Hi!  I'm Kumquat.  I chose that fruit because it is unique, and because it has a sweet outside and a tart inside.  That kind of fits my personality.
I have struggled with weight issues for a long time.  I was a big baby, and as long as I can remember my Dad would tell me I was chubby and make comments about my size.  I was a chubby toddler, and I always had a round face, but after about Kindergarten I was a pretty average sized girl.  Sports were my thing in grade school and Junior High, and a bit in high school until I got too scared that I wouldn't make varsity and my senior year I chubbed up some.  Running was my emotional outlet back in the days of my teenage angst (along with loud music and wearing black) and I would often run three or more miles a day.  It was a time to be alone with my thoughts, and just run all my emotions away.  Senior year was also when I stopped running as much, and I never really picked it back up after that.
I was fairly thin when I got married.  Thin for me anyway, but 14 years and several children later I am no longer in any shape but round.  After every pregnancy I had intentions of getting back in shape, I just never got around to it, and so I have gotten a little bit bigger with each child.  My husband has expanded right along with me.  We started out with the same waist size when we got married, and we continue to wear the same size now, ten inches later.  We both want to get in better shape and take back our lives.  It would be really nice to be able to keep up with our kids and actually play with them without getting winded.
I am not aiming so much for a certain number on the scale as much as I am aiming to be in better health and to feel more energy.  I know I need to lose quite a bit of weight (according to the BMI it would be great if I weighed 100 lbs less than I do right now) I'd be happy losing 70, which would still put me in the safe zone for my BMI.  I'm starting out with trying to eat healthier.  More salads and fruit instead of seconds of dinner and such, and hoping to start in walking and such soon.  Right now I have a medical condition that prevents me from being able to do heavy exercise, but I am hoping that restriction will be lifted this fall so I can get serious.
Thanks for letting me be part of this blog!