Being Accountable

Last week wasn’t all that for dieting.  Monday afternoon I was sick.  I mean throwing up 4 times in an hour sick.  It was bad.  I figured out that my body needed carbs.  Because afterall I had been on the South Beach Diet for almost a week and had lost 7 pounds…Zack fixed me a piece of cheese toast and some 7UP.  I sipped slowly and ate half the toast.  It stayed down and I felt so much better.

However for the next few days I was still nauseous off and on and my stomach hurt.  However I am all good now and up a pound.  But not bad for a week off and eating ice cream and any other carb I could get my hands on.

But yesterday I got back on my diet, officially starting Phase 2. I won’t add as many carbs in as I’m supposed to on Phase 2, but that’s ok.  I also worked out.  I will be working out at least 30 minutes a day this week and then next week I will be up to 45 mins…then up to an hour.  I want to make a difference in my health.

Ohhhh.  And I was in the shower the other night and come to the conclusion that my stretch marks aren’t as bad as I’ve made them out to be.  I have always been ashamed and detested my stretch marks.  I have seen them as scars of horror ever since Kayla was born, however I have seen them in a different light.

I looked down at my stomach and saw them gleaning back at me and I decided that it’s my body, they were brought on from being pregnant with Kayla.  And they are sorta by battle wounds from being pregnant.  So I am ok with them.

Now if only I would be ok with the flabby…HA!