New Year Weigh In

A few days late, but forgive me. I've been a little busy being hungover from New Year's Eve.

Current weight: 241.6
Body Fat Percentage: according to my new body fat scale "immeasurable". F*^# me.
Current clothing size: XL/16 pants. Barely. It's painful to squeeze into them some days. 

Mood: Determined.
Goal by Feb 1: 220 lbs and some sort of measurable body fat. 

I bought a kettlebell workout set with DVD. I've decided our guest room upstairs is going to be my gym since there's a little TV up there. Also, replaced my Giant blow up exercise ball that mysteriously vanished when hubby and I bought our house and moved. Thought I'd clean house, buy new workout shoes (you know, since our beloved hound puppy ate all 5 of my pairs out of boredom. Actually it wasn't all of the shoes, just the left mate of each pair. Asshole.)

Currently have a roast in my crockpot, and lots of fresh veggies stocked up. Decided today I'll be cancelling one of my two gym memberships - the one I got roped into after buying a 6-week boot camp Groupon. Said gym is too far away for my liking, and given my work schedule, it's a little inconvenient.

Now can someone please tell my darling husband to stop with his binge eating and unhealthy habits? They are interfering with my lifestyle.

Another year down, and nothing accomplished

I woke up this morning and it was a tight squeeze to get into my size 16 fat pants. Pants that were loose last week. I can only blame myself for lack of control the past 3 days with holiday meals. But enough is enough. I desperately need to go clothes shopping but I refuse to do so with fear that I have gained yet another clothes size.

I made the decision tonight that enough is enough with putting off actual programs that have proven to work with my friends, and looked into starting Weight Watchers this upcoming weekend, before the new year kicks in. I've tried blogging my weight loss attempts in the past but gave up so easily. I always tell myself "never again" will I go down that same path, but alas, two months in I give up.

I'm so sick of the wasted money from me refusing to go to the gym with my weak excuses. I have got to get my but in gear, especially cause of what this year has in store for my husband and I. Vacation in 10 weeks; a wedding in 4 months, and I begin my last year of my 20s in July (yikes!)

I'm ready to live healthy once and for all, with no excuses.