Yet another start...

I want to cry. I am officially the heaviest I have ever been. This sucks sooo sooo badly, and I'm beating myself up over it because time and time again (even on this blog), I have to restart.

My bike's rim strap is broken and that popped the tube in my bike, so that takes away that. I've been gardeneing up a storm the past few days and my back, quads, and shoulders feel it.

I need to change my dietary habits. I LOVE SWEETS! If there is a cake nearby, I know. I've been experimenting with more and more vegetables (although my waist hasn't shown that) and really have opened up to new stuff (like eggplant), so maybe that I have more options, then that may keep me on track. With portions and slowly eliminating the bad and substituting with better options to wean myself off of the junk, I have a fighting chance.

Also this time I have my wonderful fiancé, whom I will refer as D, to push me along. I was so upset that he actually made me get up and made us go walking so I'd feel better. We had plans to go to the BBQ joint (another one of my favorites), but cancelled after that weigh-in and realizing I really wasn't that hungry after eating those buffalo wings for lunch. He was ok with that. He was ok with my whining and bitching so much that he made up the Garbage Pail version of the 7 Dwarves (teehee) that are Grumpy's cousins. We have Bitchy, Grouchy, Moody, Whiny, Mopey, Weepy and Rawr! It's over-done, but it made me giggle in my worst of moods so kudos to D for being him. He even pushed me to go a few more extra blocks even though I was whining the whole time.

With my best friend by my side, I think we can do this as if I don't want to go, he'll push me and likewise. Today marks the beginning of our new lifestyle. I'm going to try to chronicle our meals and exercise to keep us accountable.

Beginning Stats:

Amy | Weight: 247# BMI: 45.18
D | Weight: 290# BMI: 39.33

What are our goals?
We want to be happier with ourselves. The weigh-in last night was both of our heaviest and that made us unhappy. To be able to look at the scale and rejoice, and try on clothes without having a muffin-top or being discouraged because that cute pair of jeans doesn't go up to your size. No more stuffing that flab into my jeans.
I don't want to have diabetes. My girl-bestie has it and she's my age - 22. That's way too young for Type 2! My grandmother has it also so I know I'm prone. I want to be able to work in my garden without getting winded and not having to retreat into the house when it gets above 80 out as my heart starts to race. I don't want it to hurt my back to walk. As you can see, I could go on and on about this. To put a number to it. D wants to be 165. I want to be 135 and never go back over that number again. My healthy BMI is between 101 and 135 so I'm just shooting for healthy. If I'll reassess my goals when I get closer to that weight. I have a long way to go and pray that I'm strong enough to do this.