In mid-January, SuperDad and I started watching our portion sizes, eating healthier foods, and counting calories (and obsessively logging them on MyFitnessPal) and then on February 18th, I started doing Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred.
I’ve always been one of those annoying people who everyone says “OMG, you’re so skinny, you don’t need to go to the gym!!” but the truth is, I’m not that skinny. I’m a bowl of ice cream away from fitting into size 12 pants (and yes, I do realize that’s not huge, but it’s not something most people would guess), I’ve gained nearly 10 pounds since October and I was 2 pounds from an “overweight” BMI, and more importantly, I’ve been out of shape my entire life and existing on potato chips and ice cream. Guys, 30 seconds of jumping jacks left me gasping for air. “Real” pushups? Not happening. Heck, walking with Mason around the block seemed like a huge chore. In 2007, I said I wanted to do something about my lack of fitness and joined a gym. Went for a month and then quit. Last February, I joined a gym and went for about two months and then quit. I’m not getting any younger, and getting in better shape isn’t going to happen by itself.
Actually measuring food has been a huge wake up call. Our usual pasta meal we have for supper every week? We were each eating 4-5 servings worth at over 600 calories a serving! My favorite meal at Red Robin? 1500 calories. I don’t eat McDonalds and fast food that often, but I have no problem sitting down and eat half a carton of ice cream. Or having a bag of chips for supper. Same difference. Now, SuperDad and I compare notes every day to see how we’re doing with our calories and it’s like a game. We’re 40 days in and still having fun with it, so that’s a good sign.
I got him a Fitbit for Valentine’s Day (so romantic, right?) and we’re having fun competing over who has the most steps every day and Joe has been getting longer walks so we can get our steps in. (Joe’s having fun with our efforts too) We bought a treadmill this weekend and I re-started the Couch to 5k program. I tried this last year and found that running on pavement hurt my back and promptly gave up, 4 weeks in. This time, I don’t care if I end up just running 5ks on my treadmill, that would still be HUGE for me, says the girl who even in high school “ran” a 16 minute mile.
So yeah, if you’ve been wondering where I am, I’ve been busy researching treadmills, heartrate monitors, and reading message boards on My Fitness Pal. I’m one of those people who has to throw myself all in for stuff like this to keep my interest and so far, I’m all in.
Here’s to a happier, healthier Wee Mason Family 🙂