Time to make some changes...

I stepped on the bathroom scale at my parent's house (I refuse to have one in my house) this weekend.  It flashed a number at me.  I stepped off and let it clear.  I stepped back on.  Flashed the same number.  I repeated this process once more.

I am two freaking pounds away from what I weighed just before I delivered my last child.  TWO!!

I gotta say the temptation to try to flush the scale was rather overpowering.  Talk about depressing.  It's not the scale's fault though.

I don't exercise.  Mostly because I don't really enjoy it.  I did the Tae Bo thing in high school P.E.  That was fun until my knee would dislocate.  Happened twice.  I've done Curves.  But I don't like to exercise in front of other people.  I have lots of jiggly bits.

I don't put forth much effort to eat healthy either.  I was never the kind of girl to opt for a salad (I do like salads) when I could have prime rib.  The hubby liked that when we went to the Highway House for dinner on prom night I had meat!

I've been trying to grow my hair out for almost a year now.  It's frizzy and breaking.  Probably due to my frequent color changes and my the crummy way I take care of my body.

So it time to make some changes.

First up-the hair.  It's getting chopped off tomorrow.  Really, I'm a short hair person and I need to just accept that.

I'm giving myself until school starts to eat what I want and continue to be a couch potato.  I found a bunch of exercise videos that I can watch via Netflix on the Xbox.  And they look fun too!

I'm 29 and I shouldn't be constantly tired.  I have three kids to keep up with and I NEED energy.

I'm starting at 198 lbs...they say admittance is the first step, right?  My goal is 150 lbs.  Wish me luck!  I'm gonna need it!