Feelin' Good about myself... a miracle

I love the excuses that we make in order not to get yourself into shape. "I don't have the time" "I don't have the energy" "I hate exercise" I have made all of these excuses. When I got tired of making the excuses I started with the empty promises, "I will start working out next week" "I will get back on my diet when I start exercising" or I would just fool myself into thinking that eventually the weight would just magically disappear and I would no longer just fantasize about a better looking me, but I would be a better looking me. It didn't take too long to realize that I was not going to magically become a thinner version of myself. After Liam was born I started dropping weight like I was on biggest loser. I had lots of water retention so that helped, I dropped a whole baby and all the fun stuff that comes with that, and also I had drive and determination. I ate super healthy, I resisted junk-food temptation, and I drank ONLY water and lots of it. I made it a goal to get the recommended amount. I didn't exercise, but knew I should. Everything was going great... until I went back to work. I was ok for the first couple of months, everyone at work was telling me how good I was doing, and how awesome I looked (I had to look better compared to pregnant me, pregnant me was very scary). This was so helpful, and it made me motivated to keep going, but at some point it also got to me. I stopped losing weight as fast as I had been and I started to lose my confidence, like a stalker in the night guess who, slinked his way back into my life and paid me a visit, you guessed it Mr. Cheeseburger, "Just eat me, it won't hurt, you're not losing any weight right now anyways, that means you will probably always be this weight, just eat half, NO , not even half, just a bite... a little bite won't hurt" And that was all it took to get me off the wagon and back to my poor eating habits (I love how somehow it was Mr. Cheeseburger who got me fat, see somewhere deep inside I blame all of my problems on men! To be fair Mrs. French Fries helped). I gained a whole 20 pounds back and I couldn't blame that on being pregnant anymore. For the next couple of months this went on and I felt really bad about myself and it was causing problems with my relationship with James. If you can't feel good about yourself then you can't feel good about anyone else. I tried for a long time to figure a way to make an exercise plan work for me and my schedule, I thought that I could exercise at work, but I don't have that much time, I thought that I could talk Liam on walks after work , but I have so much to do after work that that didn't seem plausible either. So once again, I was back at square one and not losing any weight being there. Recently a co-worker of mine went on a diet and lost 5 pounds in one week! This lady is 3 times my age and here she was losing weight and working out three times a week, I was so excited for her. I decided that if she could do it then I could do it. I decided to get up early every morning and do a work-out video and get back on my diet. I am doing great so far. I have more energy, I like getting up early (only because I don't have to rush to get ready. I actually do hate getting up EARLY in the morning), and best of all I feel like I am doing the right thing and I feel like I have accomplished something. This is kind of a boring post, but hey, I am the only one who reads this anyways : )