Last weekend I stepped on the scale and realized that I had done something that I always swore I would never do: I now weigh more than 200 pounds. I didn't get here quickly, rather it was a slow process over 16 years of one physical illness after another. Forced inactivity morphed into voluntary inactivity.
I have every reason to want to lose weight. It will certainly help with my blood pressure and joint issues. But I also have medical problems to work around. A combination of osteo and rheumatoid arthritis make exercise a win/lose proposition. It's hard to motivate yourself to exercise when you know the result will be later pain and a wrong move will result in joint damage.
But it's time. So, I'm setting Pam style goals for myself. I want to walk into Target and buy something off the rack. I figure I need to lose 80 pounds to reach my fighting weight, but have set a goal of weighing 155 pounds by the end of August. That's about 10 pounds a month, but I'll be happy with 2 pounds a week.
I need weight loss buddies, so I will be posting updates and venting about my progress or lack thereof during the upcoming months.
Next week my daughter is going on her sixth grade trip to St. Augustine, Florida and I am going along as a chaperone. Please pray for me to have physical strength and endurance. I love history and am looking forward to seeing the historical sites, but being with a group of hormone surging preteens, not so much.
You have probably noticed the book reviews I have been posting lately. As I find books that I can recommend as uplifting, educational, amusing and lacking overt sexual acts, I will be sharing them with you. This may lead into a second blog, but we will see.