Well, this all got started about 2.5 months back when my dad said, "hey bug lets make a bet. Who can lose the most weight by January 1, 2011." Well, I can always go for a good bet, especially if my chances of winning are GREAT!!!! So I took him up on it.
I was living in NC and my personal life was heading in a direction that was not the best. While that was going on my sis calls and says "hey April do you want to come live in Alaska with me, Joey (my brand spanking new nephew) and Micheal (my brother in-law)? Since everything with my life was up in the air I jumped on the opportunity.
Now before I left my dad and I both had to weigh ourselves and write it on a piece of paper and slide into his safe until January when we would both weigh ourselves again and we would find out the winner. Which will be me lol!!! I went upstairs and weighed my self and as I looked down at the number on the scale and it said 289, I screamed!!!!!! How in the hell?? What???? When???? Do I really weigh that much??? Is this scale broken?? Yes folks the number on the scale was high and VERY embarrassing. I just wanted to cry, but instead of crying I went to my room packed up my 3X shirts and size 22/24 pants and got ready to move to Alaska. I told myself that while I am in Alaska I am going to eat healthier and start being more active.
I have been in Alaska for 2 months now and I am doing really well with my weight loss. Second week I was here I joined Weight Watchers. Yes it is pricey, but it truly does work. The weight didn't come on over night so it sure as hell isn't going to fall off over night. Even though that would be awesome:> So I am getting my eating on track. The exercise part I was worried about because I am lazy!!! I know this and have accepted this about myself. My sis has a 1.5 mile walk and 3 mile walk mapped out around her neighborhood. We started with the 1.5 and I did ok. I was out of breath during and after but I did do it. Now up here in AK there are HUGE mountains and I found out that people hike up them for fun!!!!! LOL!!!! I thought hmmmmm to hike up a mountain for fun was crazy!!! The only way I am hiking up a mountain is if something was chasing me and I could only go up. lol.
Well, my sis took me to some parks that have some steep hills and that are a couple miles long and I did them. Of course I struggled and had a hard time getting my breathing on track but I did them and I was super proud of myself. Then one day in August (I think) she had a hike with one of her mom groups to a place called Prospect Heights. She invited me to go and we took the dogs and I was ready to try this, or so I thought. First of all I wore dark jeans, a long sleeve black shirt, had my backpack strapped to my back and Joey's diaper bag strapped to my front and the two dogs on leashes. We start going up the mountain and almost instantly my breathing is crazy. I feel like I don't enough air in my lungs. Luckily I was with a bunch of moms so they had to stop and feed their babies. THANK GOODNESS!!!! I can hopefully catch my breath. So we chill at this lookout point for a while I was feeling good and ready to take on the rest of the mountain. So we start to head up again and my calf's start to burn so bad I have to stop and stretch them out. Then I start up again to try to catch up, but by this point I have convinced myself that I can't do it and I was getting overheated. My mind started playing tricks on me and then I started to cry. My sis turned and asked me if I was ok and I couldn't even muster up enough to say no I was just balling by this point. I was finally able to speak and I told her that I would take the dogs with me and head back to the car and meet her there. Luckily she didn't let me go by myself because there were bears on that trail, we saw a lot of bear scat. The other moms said that it would be quicker to just go to the top to come down, which did not make sense to me at the time. But it all would have been straight up and I just couldn't do it. So my sis and I walked back the way we came and you know what? The moms that went to the top and came straight down made it back to there cars and had left by the time we got down there. We were so close to the top. I was so disappointed in myself and ashamed that I couldn't do it. I felt defeated and weak. I carry this feeling with me everyday. It is a great reminder of how I don't want to feel. How I want to get better and now I am one of those crazies who wants to hike to the top of a mountain just because I can. I am going to go back to that mountain soon and conquer it. We just need to get a few more people to go with us because there are a lot of bears on that trail.
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