What you gonna do with all that junk?

Geof and I have been walking every evening after supper. We go to our local park and walk the trail. I'm not really sure how long the trail is exactly but it winds around in a long oval shape. It runs along a river and is nice and well maintained. My best guess would put one lap at maybe a little over a mile. The other day I was feeling extra energetic and fit and decided that a nice little 50 yard jog would be nice. The good thing is that I wasn't gasping for air at the end, bad thing is that I felt all of my fat for the first time. Seriously. I think my ass cheeks were slapping my shoulder blades. I don't think that's what they mean when they say "pat yourself on the back." Ok, I guess it wasn't that dramatic but it did bruise my ego a bit and boost my motivation at the same time. I guess you have to take the good with the bad.

The Numbers Game

I've decided to get into shape...well, any other shape besides round. Certain health concerns have come to light recently that have really helped to get my ass in gear. While I was out on the road with my husband Nathaniel, I had my blood pressure taken by one of those machines you usually see by the pharmacy in many chain stores. The machine said my blood pressure was 150/88 and according to the American Heart Association, I have stage 1 hypertension. I knew I haven't been feeling quite right for the past year, plus my ankles started swelling pretty bad while Nathaniel and I were on the road. For those who don't know, he is a truck driver and I went out on the road with him recently for a few weeks. As you can imagine my days were spent doing a lot of sitting, which I'm sure is one reason my ankles began to swell.

Seeing my blood pressure reading really hit me hard. My Mom recently had a brain aneurysm, my Dad and both of his parents are diabetic, so I don't come from really healthy stock to begin with. Both of my parents also smoke, at least Mom quit after her health scare. I smoked for a long time and quit at the beginning of the year and also put on about 10 extra pounds. I weighed last Friday and I am 195 lbs. @ 5'9" tall. I don't think I look grotesque or anything, but I definitely look like I haven't missed too many meals!

I'm ready to get healthy now. I want my fat pants to fall off me again! I want to be here to nag my husband and son for as long as I can! I'm moving more, eating better, and staying away from cigarettes and salt. Hopefully that will get my numbers down. Stay tuned..!

Because I'm Fat