It's not a diet, I'm in training!

Weight has always been an issue for me. I actually weigh less now than I did in high school, which is pretty good considering the fact that I have given birth twice! I have never really lost weight by going on any kind of "plan". Basically I have lost weight in the past by exercising more and eating less and the weight has come off very gradually.

I would love to be able to loose weight like they do on the Biggest Loser, but I know that's not possible unless I were to... you know, get on the show! That will never happen because unfortunately (or fortunately, I suppose) I am not fat enough to be on the show!

I really want to loose weight, but I guess I must not always want it bad enough to put down that cookie. Mmmm... cookies. See, I have quite a sweet tooth. If I see chocolate then I really want to eat it. I have a hard time with the idea of restricting what I eat. For some reason that brings out the rebellion in me. The monologue in my head goes something like this...

Responsible me: You really shouldn't eat those. We are trying to be good.
Rebellious me: Mmmm... that sure does look tasty. We should just try one.
Responsible me: NO! We are not allowed to eat any of those cookies.
Rebellious me: Oh yeah?! I'll show you! Just try to stop me.
Responsible me: Ok. Maybe just one.
Rebellious me: Well we already blew it, why stop at one?

So you see where I run into trouble. I am pretty good about exercising. I take the boys on a walk nearly every day. It just isn't enough to make up for what I eat. Ever since my DH has started riding his bike to work I have been thinking that it is time for me to ramp it up.

Last night we got talking about how fun it would be to take a bicycling vacation together. DH has really been enjoying biking to work and I enjoy riding my bike too. I would love to be able to spend some time with him without the kids... it could be like a second honeymoon.

Then I realized that if we went anywhere on our bicycles I would be the red-faced one huffing and puffing in the back. I don't want that to be me. So instead of being on a diet, I have decided that I'm in training.

I am training for a chance to take even short bicycling trips with my husband. Somehow having that goal to work towards makes it easier for me. Then I can concentrate more on exercising, and the being good about food part comes easier because I have a worthwhile goal.

So we'll see if tricking myself works.