I know why I gained weight the last year and a half (and it wasn't JUST because I had a baby!). It's because I ate carton after carton of ice cream...days of McDonald's Egg Mcmuffins and Donuts and dinners of pizza and fried chicken. If there was a time that I needed comfort food it was after my Dad passed away. I miss him terribly still, but after almost 7 months, I am able to function much more reasonably.
But I also know why I didn't lose. Because I wouldn't commit to doing it. My emotions were every where. I could do one day, but then not the next, so between sobs I would drive to the nearest store and buy chocolate.
When I commit, great things happen. The scale goes down - CONSISTENTLY. Even though I weigh a lot more then my best weight right now, I feel as committed as I was then. Sure, it's been a week (although with the Diet Coke it's been 30 days) and I could easily jump off again. But seeing the scale move is motivating. Enough so that I want to blog - which is another great tool to help in this journey.
I've been down this road. It's familiar territory. It should be easier this time! :)