Monday, July 9, 2012

I solemnly swear

I, Lara (last name), proclaim that I am going to lose 10 pounds before my next oncology visit.  A couple of weeks ago during my my visit, the scale had me at 10 pounds heavier than my normal weight.  You know, the weight I have been for pretty much my entire adult life.  I freaked and am still freaking.  

I'm making this proclamation not because I want compliments ("Oh Lara, you look great") or commiseration ("I'm not happy, too!").  I'm stating this because I want to hold myself responsible for the bad choices I have been making.  I need to stop eating my feelings or when I'm depressed or bored.  I need to get out and walk the Boomer dog a lot more.  I need to get into the gym and get my endurance level up again.  I'd love to walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded.  

My next oncology visit is in September, so I think I'm setting myself a realistic goal.  I want to lose the weight and as an added benefit: I'd like to fit in most of my clothes again.  That'd be awesome.

1 comment:

  1. Me too :/ Good luck lady! Send me pointers, I'm terrible with this weight loss thing, Gawd!