I’m restarting..in more ways than one.

Welcome to my blog, or welcome back maybe?…By way of introduction, my name is Christina and I’m a slacker. A short, cute, OBESE slacker. I’m tired of being fat…tired of being the “fat mom with the skinny kids”. And mostly, tired of making excuses for my bad health habits.

You see, I love cheese. Any kinds of cheese (except the kinds that smell like feet)…I’ll eat them. I also have a love/love relationship with pasta. I love pasta, and pasta loves my ass.

I’ve started, stopped, and started Weight Watchers more times than I care to admit to…and then stopped altogether for a year. Now, 25 pounds heavier, and at the highest weight I’ve ever been in my life, including when I was pregnant with both of my children, I’m done.

I’m 5’3″ tall…and at last peek, 180 pounds. That’s not okay in my world. My goal is to get down to 130…hopefully at some point in the not so distant future. I’m going back to logging all the food I eat on the Weight Watchers tracker and am going to avoid stepping on the scale every day. That’s where I really start to get discouraged and ultimately just give up.

My only issue right now is how to get in the right amount of exercise without hurting my ankle. Long story short, I was in a car accident 7 1/2 years ago when I was pregnant with my son…at the time the doctor told me that my ankle was just severely sprained. Fast forward four years and I took a tumble down the stairs at our house (just five steps..it’s a raised ranch) and heard my ankle pop. Got x-rays done that day and the doctor told me, “Well, it’s not broken now, but did you know you have a bone chip floating around in there?”. Ummmm..yeah…didn’t know that.

It’s gotten better over the years, but lately it’s been acting up again. In fact, when I went to get out of bed this morning, the stupid thing gave out just as I went to step down on it. I definitely saw stars and had to sit on the edge of the bed for a good five minutes before testing it out again. Any suggestions??

Years ago I was actually a pretty good runner…but with the extra weight and the stresses of life I got away from it. Thinking I’ll start out slowly and begin walking at night. I already warned my boyfriend that I’m serious about this and that I need his support. He’s totally biased and tells me, “Honey, I love you just the way you are…”…but my response is that I don’t love me the way I am right now. I’m frustrated and anxious and this is something that I want to do for myself.

I hope you’ll all follow me on this journey…and keep me accountable.