I have come to the realization that I have apparently not been serious about getting down to where I need to be.
My youngest will be 23 in February. My goal is to be at least what I was when I was pregnant with her - when I went into labor, I was 198. My lowest weight, ever, was 150, and that was before I got pregnant with my son. If I go lower than that, I look sickly.
So, to meet this goal of making it just under 200lbs (currently 39lbs away), I have GOT to quit screwing around.
I am a HUGE stress eater. These past few weeks with my husband being ill have been crazy. I got my walking in somewhat, but eating was nuts. He was on a liquid diet until they did the surgery and I felt guilty eating anything but soup in front of him, which led to eating when I left the house. Ugh.
Here's to finally losing the baby weight.....23 years in the making.