My Afflation

So earlier this morning I threw out a question and got a ton of responses. But first, some background: It's been almost a year since I publicly posted that I was ready to lose weight. And in that time I have managed to ... add " Eat to Live " to my wish list. I've also bought about 10 different books from Amazon but not that one (Lazy 1: Me 0) I've also gained 5-10 lbs depending on the time of the month (ladies, can I get an "Amen"?). I know a HUGE contributing factor is that I am a desk jockey. When I ran a daycare we got out everyday, even during the rainy season (ok, maybe not, but I know I didn't keep 8 kids cooped up inside my house and I remember washing a lot of towels...) ... I digress, I started gaining weight like mad when I closed my daycare and started working a desk job again. I have a 90-120 minute commute everyday, I work 8-10 hours per day (yay for OT at the moment) and I like my sleep. I don't get enough as it is. My mother ...

So I'm watching and pondering a post that I have had in mind since yesterday. Because, you know, something has to change. I asked Tim to bring my scale over, he did. I got on it this morning (dripping wet as you're supposed to) and my fear was confirmed. I'm back up to 180#. I'm at least 30# overweight for my frame and height. There, I said it. My real weight. And I want to get my real weight back to 150#. Preferably between 135 and 145, that's where I felt healthiest and strongest, but 150# is doable too. That's about where I was when I was running the daycare. I am going to get rid of these rolls! Or figure out someway to move all my fat to my bustline. (Like that's ever going to happen). For the record, with both pregnancies I never got above 165#. So for me to be at 180 first thing in the morning, is ... distressing. Mainly because of all the weight-related diseases that run in my family. Diabetes. Heart diseases. High blood pressure. I want to live to ...