Today was a busy day. My daughter had her 1 year checkup at the doctor. It’s crazy how I’ve struggled with my weight most of my life and she’s a tiny little thing weighing in at 16 pounds 4 ounces. She’s 1, folks. The other crazy thing is that she weighed the exact same thing I did when she was born – 6 pounds 10 ounces.
I often wonder if my kids will struggle with their weight when they’re older. I SO hope they don’t have to fight this battle. Because it sucks. Being overweight sucks. Having to constantly think about what I’m eating sucks. But you know what, I’m doing something about it. Not just for me, but for them. I’m eating right and setting a good example. I’m teaching them lessons I never learned growing up. Lessons about healthy, organic foods, and whole grains, and portions sizes, and balanced meals and high fructose corn syrup (it’s so funny that my son will ask me before he eats anything, “mommy, does this have high fructose corn syrup?”). Meals that are eaten at the table, together. I only hope that the food foundation I’m laying for my kids stays with them forever.
Really, I only hope that my children don’t have to struggle with their weight, ever. And I don’t want them to see me struggle with mine, forever.
This is it. This is my time. I will regain control of my weight, get it off, and keep it off. I lost 48 pounds before, and as of today, I’m 5 pounds away from my where I was after I lost those 48 pounds. My goal is to lose those 5 pounds plus 19 more, and keep it off forever.
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