I will take full responsibility for my last pity party post. I tend to go through phases in which I lose all hope - it happens. But after talking to my cousin Michelle and after reading all the supportive responses after my last post, I decided that I should stop whining and take charge of this lifestyle change again.
I've booked a couple of gym tours for this week, trying to make an informed decision before I invest in something that might not be right for me. I kept thinking about how I probably looked like a jerk when I talked to my doctor; if I've been "doing everything right," then I would be losing weight. The numbers don't lie, and these hips don't lie. I can cut out some excess calories, I can bump up my excercise routine - I mean, 30 minutes per day over my lunch break, while good for me, won't make up for the rest of my sedentary day. I need to get out after work for a couple more hours. Maybe if I invest my time and money in a gym, I'll spend less time idolizing healthy food and thinking about what I'll eat next.
And I need to clean out my pantry. By that, I mean I need to eat what I have and quit buying new stuff all the time. I feel like I'm turning into my mom - buying and preparing way too much food. I don't want to be a compulsive shopper anymore.
So I'm taking the steps. Hopefully in 2 weeks I'll have a second home in a gym that's good for me.
So there's that,