Die(t)ing

Since Halloween, and then with the Christmas season following it, there has been an abundance of candy, chocolate, chips, cookies and other delicious treats gracing my counters and spilling out of the pantry.  I have no self-control so subsequently an ample amount of said goodies entered my mouth. Add the cessation of breast feeding Sawyer in early October where my calorie burning ability dropped considerably.  If you can even remotely do math you'll likely conclude that, yes, I gained a few pounds.  I'm only 3lbs over my pre-pregnancy weight but now 5lbs over the weight I reached just before summer.

I realize that overall I don't look bad at all or would even be considered overweight.  For the most part I'm okay with myself and Trevor has never said anything to me about my appearance other than "You look good!" type of comments (well, there's always exceptions but for the most part he's pretty complimentary).  With the increase of these few pounds my pants are at the uncomfortable-tug-on-them all day stage and I'm constantly rearranging my shirts to hide my imperfections the best I can.

Not only have I been partaking of the sugary delights but my daughter also has begun to think that the only thing to snack on is candy and chocolate or anything with sugar.  She is a beanpole and maybe 29 lbs so weight is not an issue for her - yet.  Being healthy is more of an issue.  But how can I expect her to eat good foods if I don't?

All the junk food has disappeared save a few items to used as a special treat.  My veggie drawer is full (yes, with veggies!) and I can officially say I am on a diet.  I have never used that word with myself, it's always been eating program or lifestyle or 'watching what I eat' but never 'diet'. That was always a taboo word in my vocabulary for some reason.  Well, it's a diet.  My mom and I are doing Weight Watchers together.  

My reasons for doing this are:

1. To back on track with being healthy.  I have acid-reflux and I definitely notice when my food intake is not good.  Exercise isn't really a problem for me.  I quite enjoy it and keeping it up is certainly a must.

2. I want to be a good example for my children.

3. I do want to loose some weight - at least enough that my clothes are comfortable again.  I don't want these extra 5lbs to be okay because after awhile another 5 might be acceptable and so on.

4.  We are most likely done having kids so my body is mine again so I might as well work for one I love!

Today is only day four and it is a lot of work to diet.  It is mind consuming and there are moments where all I want is to scarf down a cheeseburger and fries!  My goal is to persevere one day at a time and do my very best not to fall off the wagon.  Once I loose 6 lbs my reward will be dinner at The Keg!

Mmmm - steak!