Day One

My daughter turned one last week.  A whole year has gone by since the days she was born.  It is absolutely unbelievable.  We've survived.  Sometimes it wasn't graceful, but we made it.

I waited a year, so why blog now?  Honestly, it is because of that stupid scale.  I have avoided it as much as possible my entire life (even when I look back at pictures and realize at that point I was remarkably thin), but this past year I have dreaded that evil little metal box sitting in my bathroom.  So here I am.  Ready to do something about it. 

I've gathered up a few friends and we are going to partake in Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred.  Want to join?  The more the merrier.  Level 1 for 10 days, Level 2 for 10 days and then level 3 for 10 days.  About 20 minutes a day.  Easy?  I bet it's not.  I've watched the biggest loser, Jillian Michael's doesn't seem to understand easy. 

Measurements are important so they say.  Perhaps even more so than what that scale says.  The results aren't pretty, but that's the reason for all this right?

Bust 39.5
Chest 36
Waist 34
Hips 42.5 (I died when I saw that)
Thigh 27 (a little more dying inside)
Arm 14 (ugggh!)
and that dreaded scale read 188 - not much less than when I gave birth and much more than I was before this darling girl was a flicker in my eye.  So here I go.  Let the adventure begin.

This is Day 1.