Happy Birthday to me!

Tomorrow is my birthday and I will be 28.  It hit me like a ton of bricks that in less than 2 years I will be thirty.  Yikes. Here I sit, 730 days before I turn 30, fat and unhealthy.   I weighed myself today and the number reached out like a punch in the face from the scale. 280.6. Barf.  I need to loose weight and I have run out of excuses not to.  My body is done having children and now I need to use this body to raise them to be healthy adults so that with any hope they do not have to someday start a blog as to why they need to loose 100lbs. 
   So many negative thoughts cloud my mind, I am not sure if I am strong enough, and I already know I struggle with enough self esteem to be accountable to only myself.  Truth of the matter is, I don't value myself enough to stick with it... But I am going to try.  I need to try. L&M are almost 1 year old and i am still wearing my maternity pants for crying out loud! Tomorrow morning, on my 28th birthday, when I wake up, I am going to dust off my own inner goddess and get our buns to work...
Here is my plan of attack:

• Only weigh myself on Fridays.
• give myself one day a week off to eat whatever I want
• count calories and keep a food journal, if I don't want to write it down, I shouldn't eat it.
• Don't drink my calories, water & tea, that's it!
• Speaking of water, 1/2 my body weight in oz every. single. day!  (that's 140oz folks)
• Exercise.  I know I hate it, and I am a whiner, but it is the only thing that is going to work- I spend the majority of my time running kids from one thing to the next and if I don't start making time for me, I never will.  Becoming a healthier version of me needs to become my job.