It's been a nice Saturday. My mom is here and we've got to spend quite a bit of time together. Went shopping, relaxed, talked...very nice. She is in the process of looking for another job and I hope she can find one she likes - and if it was here where I live, that would be even better!
Very excited about a new magazine I picked up at Barnes and Noble this evening - it's called "American in WWII: The Magazine of a People at War: 1941-1945." It is wonderful. Lots of first-person stories, pictures, advertisements from magazines, movie reviews of WWII movies, book reviews...I just love it. It will be a wonderful resource for me as well as a potential market for my history writing. You can check it out online here: www.americainwwii.com
So I decided that, in light of the constant health battle I have been fighting since I took the evil birth control shot Depo Provera after my daughter was born five years ago, I am going to totally change my lifestyle. I'm going to become a fitness nut, a fitness fanatic. I want to be lean and mean, trim and slim! Just like I used to be...
Okay, so I know it's going to be difficult. I'm going radical. But really. How many doctors do you have to visit before you decide nothing is working anymore? I can't begin to tell you how many docs I have seen, pills I have taken, remedies I've tried...and nothing is working. So it's time to go radical. My health is undermining so many aspects of my life - my writing, my family, my energy level, everything. It's time to take charge. I want to be here for my daughter. I want to watch her grow up. And I have to be healthy in order to do that.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I know I have to do something. Changing my diet is imperative. Exercising more is crucial. Trying to lose this weight so I can get off of some of my medications is important.
I need to make some sort of plan. But like I told my husband, I want results now and I know I won't get that. I know it will take time. I need to stay motivated and for that to happen, someone has to be motivating me.
I worked with my brother last time I tried this - while my husband was still living 500 miles away from me - and I lost 10 pounds. My brother is a former college athlete and still stays in great shape. He was a great trainer - pushed me to work harder and constantly challenged me. I think I will ask him if he can help me again. I know I can do it - I've done it before. But when my husband moved in with me again (his job kept him at our old hometown), everything sort of stopped.
Now I can't afford to not do this. I look at the weight gain and I just can't believe I'm even battling this. I was the gal in high school and college that could eat anything and not gain a thing! I thought for sure I'd have my dad's metabolism - but turns out I have my mom's. :-)
Onward to a healthier me!
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