I didn’t learn how until I hit my mid twenties, but I am now an expert at gaining weight.

Fortunately I’m also good at maintaining it, so once I hit my target weight it doesn’t take too much effort on my part to stay put. Unfortunately, and this is embarrassing but I may as well admit it — if I spill it publicly then perhaps I’ll be more motivated to work — I’ve been drifting back and forth between 133 and 140 since I had the kiddo. Now, before I get romped on I’d like to state that I realize that I’m within a healthy weight zone for a 29 year old, 5′4″ woman. The embarrassment comes from knowing how out of shape I am. I have flashbacks in the form of some Drill Instructor’s voice telling me I’m a lazy turd. I’m also a victim of the times and like most women, the phrase I could stand to lose 15 or so pounds is permanently etched into the inside surface of my skull. It’s abrasive on my brains and no matter what anyone tells me, I’m not going to be content until I’m back down to 125.

And I do mean a healthy 125. I got back from Parris Island weighing 117 and I remember being horrified at how scrawny I was. Hell, I couldn’t even fill out an A cup bra and I remember going in with a B cup fitting me just fine. ((On a side note, that commercial for the diet supplement where the cartoon woman and her husband go on diets, the husband gets skinny and all that happens for her is her boobs shrink to nothing cracks me up every single time for that reason)) …

Great, typing the side note derailed my thought choo-choo. *scrunches up face and concentrates* I think I can, I think I can, I think I can remember what my point was…

Oh yeah! I’m working out again. Took me long enough, but I’m making the time to get away to bust my butt. Only problem is, our little workout hut here at the apartment complex only consists of a treadmill, a stationary bike, and an elliptical machine. I spend anywhere from 40 to 60 minutes in there at a time and I’m starting to get bored. It doesn’t help that I absolutely hate Hate HATE running. Seriously (and this is also kind of embarrassing and I’m not sure why) the only thing that can get me out of a bored funk while I’m running is listening to the Captain Jack remix from Dance Dance Revolution on my Discman. I’ve even downloaded several other cadences just for gits n shiggles.

Damn it, I’ve gone off track again. Think think think… Yes! Back to what I was going to say: I found some good workouts on about.com and I thought I would share them with anyone who wanted to “join me” in a bit of a weight loss challenge. Hell, I’ll even let you pick your own workouts from the list there. I’ll also (try to) post weekly updates (if I don’t weenie out). The goal is to lose about 15 pounds. Are you with me? (C’mon, I need some motivation here…)