So mad at myself (The Beginning)

I rarely ever weigh myself. I generally gauge my weight gain by the way my jeans are fitting me. I had been jogging and doing CrossFit over the summer. But the weather started turning colder and I gave up the jogging. CrossFit was outside of my budget and it was hard to find time for it with the kids. I had planned to just start working out at home on my own instead. Then the holidays came and along with all the extra food came a lazy, sedentary lifestyle. I knew I had gained some weight and knew it was time to start back on my path to losing weight and getting into shape.

So, for the past couple of weeks I have been preparing to start P90X. I got all my gear, got everything set up, did the fit test, went grocery shopping for my new diet. And today I took my "before" pictures. While scrolling through the pictures on my hard drive to upload my "befores" I happened across some "before" pictures I had taken five months ago. I was stunned! My jaw dropped. I can't believe how much weight I let myself gain and I'm so mad at myself for doing so. I needed to lose weight THEN and was unhappy with my body THEN. And now I'd love to trade this body for that one. I have put myself so much further away from my goal. I stand here shaking my chubby little fist at myself for allowing it to happen.

Jack Lalanne said, "Getting out of shape is like a theif in the night that sneaks up on you." He wasn't kidding. Here is what the thief in the night did to me...

Here is my August "before" picture:

My current "before" picture:

I will not do this to myself again. My body is an amazing machine and I need to start treating it the way it deserves to be treated. Good ol' Jack Lalanne also said, "You've got to take care of the most important person in the world - YOU!" And that's exactly what I plan to do.

P90X and I have our first date tomorrow.