I am a terrible blogger. I get busy, which pushes blogging onto the sidelines. Sorry about that. But I'm back for another post!
Today is my birthday. Well, actually, I guess yesterday was my birthday. I tend to write my blog posts very late at night, but at any rate, it still feels like the same day I started when I got up this morning - which was my birthday. I turned 27. Getting older has never really bothered me. I'm not dreading the whole turning 30 thing in the next few years like most of my friends and my husband is. It's just a number. "You're only as old as you feel," as the saying goes; which most days is about 80...
I've always felt my birthday was worthy of celebration and that I should be the centre of attention. I'm not a selfish person, I just feel that I spend so much time and effort focusing on others for the other 364 days of the year that it would be nice to have one day that is just about me. Is that so wrong? I see my birthday as a day to do whatever I want and eat whatever I want - which I most certainly did! To be honest, though, I've been eating whatever I want for over a month now (more on that in a bit). My husband treated me very well today. He made me a delicious breakfast (well, more like lunch made from breakfast foods) and a super yummy steak dinner. I got to sleep in this morning. I hardly had to change any diapers (best birthday present EVER!). Over all, it was a pretty good day.
Going back to my comment about my eating... I've been slacking. I know, I know. It seems like déjà vu, right? I haven't done as poorly as the last time I "fell off the wagon." I still don't (or more like can't) eat as much as I did before, I still try to make good food decisions over all, and I don't eat bad things as often as I once did. I may not have lost any weight over the last month or so, but I've done well at maintaining my weight. As of Tuesday when I last weighed myself, I'm 232.6 pounds.
I also haven't been exercising regularly. I'll ride my stationary bike once-in-a-while and I walk my daughter to preschool twice a week (though starting this Tuesday we'll be driving because it's just too dang cold!), but nothing that would encourage weight loss. I don't know why I haven't been exercising. I always feel so good afterwards. I guess it's in part due to being so busy. I've been trying to get as many shifts at work as possible (at one point I worked 14 days straight without a day off). Plus, I'm still working on my online classes, taking care of my house and kids, and trying to crochet a bunch of Christmas gifts. I know I should just schedule my workout in there somewhere, but sometimes it's just easier to not worry about it.
However, after how gross I feel today (I consumed a LOT of food), I'm ready to get back at 'er and start losing weight again. As one of the women on the Lose It! group "100+ Pounds to go" said to me, this isn't an all or nothing process. Just because I hit a rough patch doesn't mean I should give up, it's just a small detour that I'm making before getting back on the right road. As long as I choose to get back on that road, I'm going in the right direction. I've come so far, I won't just throw all my hard work away. Tomorrow is a new day and I'm ready once again to start making myself a better, healthier person.
Wish me luck!
