I know what needs to be done.
I know why I want to do it.
I know how I feel now.
I know how I will feel if I get my bum in gear and do it.
And yet, I drag my feet.
I have one false start after another.
So does accountability help or hinder? How many times have I told myself, my family and the world that this is it?
I think once I myself am fully on board I don’t need the accountability. So the question remains. When I am still on shaky ground does knowing I have put myself out there with a statement help me or hinder my efforts?
What do you guys think?
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Hiya, yes, you know me. I am not just a familiar face. I actually am, Kat. I normally blog over here at 3 Bedroom Bungalow. I am not hiding over here. In fact, I am trying to shame myself skinny. I just don’t think all the readers at the Bungalow want to read about my weight loss journey. OK, I almost gagged as I wrote that. Way to sappy for my taste. It is not a weight loss journey as much as “DAMMIT I DON’T WANT TO BE FAT ANYMORE” or “I AM GOING TO SHAME MYSELF SKINNY”.
Now, I don’t just want to be skinny. I want to be healthy. My friend just had a heart attack the other day. He is 41. 41 for goodness sake!! I know I am only 29, but it is still scary. Thankfully, this means that I have time to get my fat ass moving in the right direction. That direction being towards a gym and away from the donuts. Of course I will be doing it as I cuss about how much I hate to exercise, how my clothes are ill fitting, and at the fact someone has not properly not wiped off the rowing machine after they have used it. Asshole.
So, please encourage me. By encouraging me of course I mean an encouraging comment followed by “Get off your backside, you silly moo!” Feel free to act like a drill sergeant. I need it.
Goals Weight- 150 lbs.
Starting Weight- 215 lbs (yes, I said I was a fat moo)