I've never been a calorie counter. I used to go to Weight Watchers religiously and while on that program I lost 50 pounds. I thought I could do it on my own! Guess what. I couldn't.
So here I am, 9 years later, and I'm not in a position to go to Weight Watchers meetings, nor do I really want to get back into being a "POINTS" Nazi. I don't want to count calories either. But chances are before it's all said and done I'll have to do some kind of math.
I sit here thinking, "What made me so successful last time?" Well, for one, I had a lot more time on my hands. This was what I like to call "Life Before Kids," you know - when you had time to yourself, could workout or go for a walk whenever you felt like it, and in general had time to focus on yourself. Now that I have two wonderful and adorable children, that time has gone the way of the Do-Do Bird. I have a window of opportunity for working out - from 5:30am (when my local YMCA opens) to 6:30AM when I must return and get them ready for the day (as Aron, my darling husband) has to be ready to work by 7am.
So what, right? Quit making excuses, fatty. Get up and go to the gym. Doesn't have to be just three days a week. I could go all five weekdays if I wanted. I can't imagine Aron telling me NO!