First day of inspired plus me

Today I woke up as I usually do... with my little one beside me in bed and super tired... praying she would snuggle up and go back to sleep so I can too. But as most other days, she is ready to jump up and get going. Her new phrase these days is "let's go!" (which she then just randomly runs to another part of our little house). Anyhow... so she got up and so must I. At that point I asked her where daddy is, and her reply... "working." What a smarty pants. But he wasn't really at work, he was in the bathroom getting ready. But today was the first day she ever said that. Little cutie. So we get up, and head upstairs to our living room and I give her a pre breakfast snack of peanut butter cereal so I can wake up a little bit. I grab the womens Health magazine, which I get a free subscribiton of, and actually read it for once before tossing it. OK to explain that whole tossing it with out reading it... I have like 10 magazine subscriptions because of I traded old airline points for them. I usually toss them as soon as I get them because honestly I never have time to read, and if I'm gonna read it's going to be my free Living subscription. Love me some Martha Stewart. As I'm reading various tips on healthy cooking, skin care, and the bla bla do this bla bla do that to loose 10 pounds, I came across this:

And then it hit me. Yeah that little thingy hit me. Back in May, pre Sophie's first birthday party, I got sick and my hubbie forbid me to eat any type of sugar or junk food. He said that would make things worse. I knew he was right, so for about 1 month I stopped drinking anything but water, and didn't eat any candy, or gummy fruit "snacks" from the Target check out line (my weakness!) I also brushed my teeth every evening after dinner, because I knew I couldn't eat any yummy late night stuff or you know who would get mad at me. And I know you know what yummy stuff I'm referring to! Those Magnum bars in the freezer. The hidden candy on top of the frig. The box of "you know you want to bake me and eat me while I'm still warm" brownies. By the time Sophie's birthday rolled around, I dropped about 6 pounds. That's not bad considering I wasn't exercising. I just stopped eating sweets and late night goodies.

So that little tip made me read though all 100 tips. Some of which I just skipped over, because am I really going to do all that stuff... uh no. Like weigh yourself everyday. I don't plan on EVER weighing myself every day. Even if I was 120 pounds. That's just obsessive in my opinion, and I don't think anyone should be that obsessed with their weight. If you are one of these people... step away from the scale!!! God made you unique and beautiful, and you really don't need a number to tell you that :) It is good to take care of ourselves though. Our body is a temple after all. So that got me thinking too. What is my temple about? Oh yeah, I know. Laziness and junk good. I'm not trying to put myself down, but I know I'm out of shape, and not living a healthy lifestyle that I should be or can be for that matter. Do I really want to teach my daughter that stopping by a fast food joint once or twice a week is ok on a REGULAR basis, just because I don't have time to make dinner?? No. Well this is what's going on. I'm lazy. I know it. And now I'm telling you. I'm lazy when it comes to eating healthfully number one... and number two taking care of my body. The other day I hurt my back from picking up Sophie. She's only 22 pounds. That's bad.

This is what has been going through my brain all morning. So I busted out my dusty, DUSTY scale and stepped on. I cringed when I saw the outcome: 161.2! Ouch. My heaviest in my whole life (other than when I was prego). I think Iv'e been making a ton of excuses ever since my kido was born about changing my lifestyle. And yet again, I am not trying to make myself look bad. It's just the truth. I use my daughter as an excuse to not work out, because she is on the high maintenance side. I "can't" run because I have a bad knee, and no jogging stroller. I didn't know what to buy at the grocery store because Gabe didn't tell me what he feels like eating and I don't have any new recipes. I can't work out at home because I only have a 2 hour gap of time during Sophie's nap where I can work on my photography business. I just don't have time.

Ugh, just writing that is exhausting me! I'm tired of it. But I also know there are sooooo many other women out there who feel like I do. Frustrated, and just uninspired to just do something about it. That's where WE need to do something!!! Start small if you have to, or just go all out. Whichever works for you! I think I'm in the middle of small and big. So I'm going to go medium. A little change here, and a little change there. I hope to show my own personal story and progress through this blog. I'm really not sure where it's going to take me, but I'm inspired to just start. So I'm going to leave it at that for right now. I've officially started my journey. Please feel free to take part, and share with me if this is you, or if you just want to tell me go Kim!!!!!

Here's my photo of me today, at 161.2 pounds. I decided before photos of me smiling is just not cute, and this seemed appropriate. More updates and photos of my progress to come soon.

And here is my little munchkin... she's so cute. She needs to get chunkier, so she's watching herself gain weight while on the scale and snacking :)