Tuesday, 3 April 2012
He's got my thighs
Yesterday, as I waited for Lil-lil to come out of school, the principal yelled across the playground at me: "Look at the size of those thighs! So chunky!"
I blushed, then realised he was talking about D. He could have been talking about me though, it wouldn't have been out of the question. It seems I have replaced sleep with food. Can't sleep, must eat. I'm trying to get energy and enjoyment from somewhere at the moment, which is bad. I long to be fit and slim, I know I can be, I've done it before, but it's going to take time, motivation and me putting down the hot cross buns (and the chocolate and the cake) and moving my chunky thighs now and again.
Every time I think of it, it wears me out and I pick up something to eat. I just.can't. stop.eating. at the moment.
I also want to improve my health. After having pre-eclampsia, high blood pressure is a risk, I don't want to take tablets for the rest of my life. Type 2 diabetes is also in my family. I want to be healthy and here for my kids. I want to run and play with them. I want energy. I want to be alive.
Starting a healthy eating plan the Tuesday before Easter is just ludicrous. So I'll start next Tuesday, but I'll need to plan. I think I need support too.
I also need a plan to get moving. A challenge that's going to keep me interested.
What are your gold star tips for eating and moving? I'd love to hear.