My husband recently came to the conclusion that he has gained a little bit more weight than he deemed acceptable over the course of the last few years. A lot of things contributed to this. Stress. Being out of work. Suffering from Hank Hill-itis. (He would literally stand out in the street with three other neighbors drinking beer and observing the neighborhood.) But, he has since decided that he wants to be healthier and wants to take off some weight. I'm really proud of him! Losing weight is no easy task.
He signed up with myfitnesspal.com and decided to start keeping track of what he was eating and how many calories he was taking in. On March 16th of this year, he was at 192 lbs. A short two and a half months later he is down to 176 lbs. I think that's pretty impressive. I wish I had his discipline.
I gave birth to my fifth child two months ago. I didn't gain a lot of weight, but ate a heck of a lot of crap. At the beginning of the pregnancy I was about 110 lbs. At the end of the pregnancy I was at about 135 lbs. The first week after delivery I dropped down to about 120lbs. Since then, I haven't really lost much. I lingered down at 116 for a while, but am now back up to 120. I'm definitely not proud of that.
Every time I start bitching about how fat I am he gives me a look and says, "my fitness pal!". I really don't have a desire to find out how many calories I take in a day. I already know it's bad. Why put myself through the pain and agony? I think I tracked it for one day and I was over twice what I should be eating. Of course I get that this is probably why I can't get rid of the extra weight, but I love eating! I say down with calorie counting! Bring on the Oreos, Fritos, ranch dip, 24 oz Coke and grilled ham and cheese sandwiches! Yum!
I guess I'll have to find a different way to take off the pounds!