Week 1, Day 1 and the big number reveal...

My clothes were out.  My iPod was all charged and ready.  The alarm went off and I am sorry to report that my first instinct was to hit the snooze button.  I should have attacked the day with reckless abandon.  I should have been pumped and ready to go, but alas, I just wanted to sleep more.  The better part of me prevailed though and I got out of bed before the alarm went off again.

I've been thinking about this for a while now.  I have read and reread the C25K plan.  My job today was to walk vigorously for 5 minutes and then alternate 60 seconds of running and 90 seconds of walking for the next 25 minutes.  So I did a quick warm up and then exited the house to the cold outside, fired up a little Black Eyed Peas and I was off.

Now, I'll say that I felt that this plan was completely reasonable and, to be honest, a very easy start.  I'm not saying that these notions of mine were not true, certainly they are reasonable and easy...what I am saying though is that I am EXTREMELY out of shape and found that after a couple of rounds, the 60 seconds seemed excruciatingly long and the 90 seconds mercilessly fast.  I did it though and a half hour later I returned to my house winded, sweaty and ready for my shower.  I felt proud of myself for taking that first step.

Before I could shower though, there was some business to attend to.  A promise I made that had to be kept.  I had an appointment with the scale that I could not reschedule.  In general, I find that little device to be an evil, spirit breaking presence and I avoid it if at all possible.  Even during my pregnancies, in the third trimesters when the appointments got more and more frequent, I would stand on the scale with my back to the numbers because I didn't want to know.  I certainly did not want to see that terrible threshold that I mentioned yesterday getting crossed (even if it was because of a healthy baby).

Anyway, I had a number in mind.  I knew what I weighed the last time I stepped on the scale and I can't say that I've been good since then.   Considering I've also completely ended breast feeding, I anticipated the number to be high.  So with a breath, I stepped on and was pleasantly surprised.  Not that it's a great number, but not as high as I had imagined. 

So without further ramblings, I give you my weight:  181.5 pounds.

I have a lot of work to do.  I'll need to make good eating choices if I am going to bring that number down where it needs to be and I will.  I am committed to my health.  I am dedicated to being a good role model for my children.  I want to live a long healthy life with my husband.  I want to and I know I CAN DO IT!