My battle with the pounds...

That's it ladies and gentleman...I've had it!!! I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of not being able to keep up with everyone when we are doing outdoor activities. I'm tired of not being able to fit into my nice clothes. I'm tired of making excuses. Last week, after taking 3 naps mid afternoon that week, I decided to get some help. I went to the doctor and am now working with him to loose 60...yup 60 pounds. Why not just work out? Been there...tried that. When I work out....I get HUNGRY! I end up eating more. Ugh. Plus, I'm lazy. There ...I said it. I HATE working out. Sure, I was an athlete in high school. But I hate cardio. And when you tired all the time you become LAZY. And honestly, after my mom died I could care less about loosing weight. I gained so much it was ridiculous. Talk about an emotional eater!! So what does going to the doctor entail? Well getting some prescribed medicine to take once a day to stop the hunger (I am one of those people that is STARVING by each meal). Reducing my calories to 1000 for the day (wohoo, no "you have to eat this, this and this. I have 1,000 per day and that means I can still eat with my friends, just smalled portions and better choices.) Exercise (ya think I could get out of that?..haha) and b12 shots for ENERGY! They also did a bunch of tests and looked over my bloodwork from my primary care physician. And come to find out (and this made my day!!!) even if I had NO BODY FAT. My bones, muscles and vital organs would be 114 pounds. That was AWESOME to hear. I know I will never be the tiny girl wearing a size 0 (nor do I want to be...I like having a chest and hips...I don't wanna be shaped like a boy!!!). But knowing this shows me that it's just not my body type! And ya know what....IT WORKS! I thought I would be DYING by lunch or dinner. But I feel no hunger!! (well except if you have breakfast at 8 and you don't eat again until 2:45...then my stomach growled 2 times...and not very loudly may I add!!) I have more energy!!! Case in point: On Sunday I had a kickball game and it was a gross, sweaty hot day. I managed to play outfield and back up first base. That's a lot of running for someone that is out of shape. Then having to run back to the bench when we are up to kick. And since we didn't have too many players...we kept have to kick and run bases. Tiring stuff. For those that didn't hear my MVP of the game story I will give you the short version. Madeline played outfield Madeline sees that 1st isn't covered Joe throws to Madeline Madeline jumps in air to catch ball (Madeline is a good 5-8 inches shorter than 1st baseman) Girl running to first knocks Madeline on her ass Madeline falls hard on ass but manages to hold on to the ball and get her out Madeline then is next kicker in lineup Madeline can't feel her legs/ass and her cuts are stinging like crazy Madeline kicks it over 3rd baseman's head Madeline sprints to 1st and is safe Madeline wanted to die continues to play :) See...that was all my energy coming back to me!!! Please note, you all can eat normal around me. I just might politely decline the dessert or cheese plate. Act normal around me!! It's OK (come on, you've seen my husband...while I ordered a salad with chicken...he had a burger, fries and Reece's blizzard...meanie). I will be healthy again! My goal is 30 in 3 months 60 in 6! And running (yes running...ugh) a 5k over the bridge downtown in Dec. Yeah I know shoot me now :) But guess what, I think I can do it! And what makes it better is I feel great about it!!! No crazy Atkins or south beach crap. Just good old fashion calorie reduction, exercise and a little help from the good old doctor! Cross your fingers for me!