Skinny New Year!

Hey folks,

I know it's been a while. An awful long while as some might have noticed.
I was busy graduating and getting back to work after having stayed at home with the kids.
Good point is that I am totally in love with my new job. I might be a little bit busier (actually I expected it to be much more stressful).

As for my weight progress I am sad (and so shameful) to tell that there is none. I am big as ever and this is really depressing.

I was looking at all the photos we took during the Christmas break and I am so sick of seeing myself like this. Also one of my New Year's resolutions is to make "family photo yearbooks" - so that we can actually look at them and not only store them on our computers.

Browsing through all the pics taken since 2006 it is a steady history of me putting more and more weight every year. Not so great.

Anyway, I need to come up with some resolutions challenges for 2013:

no, not really. Not for the whole of 2013. I am a person who works better with short time goals, so let's see...

In January:
- go walking 8 times. (this must seem so lame to some of you, I know)
- go swimming once
- no soda
- no sweets (heaven help me!)
- do some crunches/easy weight lifting twice a week

Yes, this is not much. But it's a starting point.

New Year's Eve

New Year's Eve

Why I need this/you

Some people try to lose weight and are immediately surrounded by supportive friends, family, co-workers or what not...
I'm not the lucky one in this aspect. I am married but my husband does not believe I will ever be able to lose weight. And he says that clearly. And he does not care about me trying to cut off sweets or alcohol. He finds it ridiculous.
Understand me - he is a nice guy, but he has this whole "be 100% honest with your partner"-thing going on and since he has seen so many attempts at losing weight directly backfire, he just does not believe it any more.
Of course I don't want him to lie to my, I would most like if he still believed in me.

My mother is not really supportive either. She has never had to struggle with weight and so she does not know what I'm going through. My dad is not around most of the time, he is working abroad and I only see him once a month or so.

So, that's my (un)support.

That's why I started this blog. I am hoping to get motivation and support from the infinite internet. I need real people - no matter from how far away - to cheer me on, to tell me that I'm doing great, to convince me that every single step is important.

Today was not a good day - foodwise. I had been really good for two weeks and had not lost a single kg/lb. I got really frustrated and ate some chocolate AND ice-cream today and now I feel like I've already lost the battle for good.

Restart tomorrow...

Size matters...

In Austria we have different clothing sizes than in the US. It is part of the whole metrical system I think, which also makes us count kg and not lbs as well as km opposed to miles.
I'm a size 20/22 right now, which is 50/52 in our system.
Anyway - I went clothes shopping the other day - my mom gave me the money because she still "owed" me a birthday present AND my namesday is coming up too. My mother has never been obese in her life and she does not get how it is to struggle with weight. I was showing her the clothes I had my eye on on the internet and she actually doubted that they would fit me because they are not my size. She really thought I'm a size 60 - which I don't even know the American equivalent of. I got pretty upset and of course she did not understand why. I mean it is bad enough to feel like I'm constantly wearing military tents but then my own mother just adds 10 sizes to me. :(
When I was in the shop I grabbed some pants size 52 (22) and started to get in line to the changing room. Another woman half my size was around and she was looking for size 42 (12). This woman overheard me and the shopgirl talking about my pants size and she thought that I had taken size 42 (because she misheard it: 52 - 42). Then she asked me if I had got hold of the last 42 size. I answered like: Yeah, right, I'm size 42.
And here's the thing: She did not get my sarcasm at all! How could she have possibly thought that we are the same size??? So I told her that she was wrong, but how weird is that?

Have you ever had a strange experience with sizes?

Way to go!

A long way to go ahead of me, 100lbs, maybe more (let's see how this thing goes).
I was mostly inspired by Carly and by Katie to start running (again) in the first place and also to write a blog about it.
I used to be a runner. I looooooved to run. Then my pregnancies came and I became really overweight and have not been able to lose weight since. I blame cookies and chocolate, which I have been eating large amounts of without considering what this was doing to my body.
Now I am ready to start. Yesterday I grabbed my old (new - I had just bought them before I got pregnant with my son) running shoes and headed for a large park in Vienna - the Prater. I started walking at a comfortable pace and my goal was just to walk for one hour straight. Soon I had to discover that my shoes were hurting me - my feet must have gotten bigger too somehow and now my formerly perfect Asics are too small.
I came home with blisters on both feet and it hurts so bad :(
Still: I walked 4,5km (2,7 miles) at an average pace of 5km/h (3,1miles/h). Not bad, not bad at all I think, considering that after my feet started to bother me I was walking much slower than at the beginning.
Here are some photos:

A map of the Prater

Isn't this just beautiful?

You can run through a wood...

...or in the main alley, which you can see in the distance. I prefer the wood because the main road is crowded most of the time, which I dislike - there are (better, faster) runners, bikers, horse-drawn carriages etc.

 

 

My beautiful shoes :(

So - the plan for this week is to let my blisters heal, get new shoes and then go for a walk again. I'm loaded with work today and tomorrow, so I won't get any sports until Wednesday. I want to go swimming in the morning after bringing my kids to preschool. What do you think? :)