Everything's Bigger In Texas

I took that as a challenge.  In the first 2 years we were in Texas, I managed to pack on over 20 pounds.  If you’re doing the math, that means gained over 35 pounds in 4 years.

I had thought about losing weight, signed up for a half-marathon I didn’t run, trained for a marathon I didn’t run, dreamed about losing weight, read about losing weight, thought about eating better and attempted numerous exercise routines.

Thought...dreamed...trained...sulked...complained...self-loathed...whined...but didn’t DO anything. Oh, I would start, but never follow through.

Then, two years ago, I decided enough was enough. I started going to boot camp three times a week and logging my diet on “My Daily Plate” on the href="http://www.livestrong.com/">www.livestrong.com site. Eat less, exercise more.  Plain and simple.

From the tail end of 2009 to the summer of 2010, I took off about 25 pounds and was getting back on track.  I worked so stinkin’ HARD for every one of those pounds, waking up before dawn to meet my workout buddies in the church parking lot.  This time, it was a healthy and appropriate weight loss, working out surrounded by Godly “Temple Keepers”.  I didn’t obsess.  I didn’t freak about the foods I ate, but simply paid attention to the number of calories I took in every day.  This time, it was going to stick!  I just knew it!  It had to this time.  I was doing everything right.

Checking out my outfit and feeling sassy last summer.

I spent the second half of 2010 putting every single pound back on.