My Name is Mommy

Okay, so, I mentioned awhile back that I was committing to losing weight to be able to submit that lost weight to the Biggest Loser Pound for Pound Challenge.  For every pound you lost, you let them know and they donate 10 cents (which they say is equal to one pound of food) to a local food pantry.

So, let’s be honest.  As of about 2 weeks ago, I’d lost nothing.  (Well, not entirely true.  I’d lost several pounds, then gained them back, then gained a few more.  For awhile there, I thought I was gonna have to go swipe a few pounds of food from the pantry in order to fulfill my pledge.)

Anyway, two weeks ago, my friend and I started getting up at the (if I used the terms ungodly or unholy, I would use one here) hour of 6 a.m. to walk around the ‘hood.  We started with 2 miles, and are now up to 3 miles in the morning.  (We’re limited by time, so the only way to get more milage in is to step up the pace.   That’s why we’ve added some jogging.  I don’t like jogging.  But my friend is mean and makes me do it anyway.  It’s probably a good thing I have her around. )

So, I’ve been getting up at 5:40 a.m.  And, for those of you who know me, you know that, for most of my adulthood, that’s been closer to my bedtime than to my wake-up time.  It’s quite a change.  But I’m actually enjoying it.  Don’t tell, k?

And a week ago, I started on the whole calorie counting thing again.  And so?  Instead of planning my next few meals from the local food pantry, I was able to tell them to send 6 pounds worth of food to that same pantry.

So, 6 pounds, instead of the 32 I had pledged.  Still, at least I’m headed in the right direction again, and I think I’m headed down for good this time.