This month has been so fantastic. I've lost 6.6 pounds, bringing me to a total of 25.4. I feel SO GOOD.
I also feel like I look like I've lost more than that. The other day, I tried on a dress that I wore when I was about to get married, and almost at my thinnest (42 pounds less than now), and it was only slightly snug. It's like my weight has completely redistributed itself.
Yesterday, at church, I wore a shirt that hasn't fit in A LOOONG TIME, tucked into a skirt I've never worn, and got told I look "tiny" several times. I really don't, but I'm so happy that other people are starting to see and acknowledge my weight loss.
AND...MY RED PANTS FIT!
Life is good.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
One year
It's been exactly one year since I renewed my resolve to be healthy.
I remember because I started on my niece's first birthday. The day she was born, I was close to the thinnest I've ever been, although this picture doesn't do it justice. I had worked hard to be where I was. I was 50 pounds lighter than I had been in high school, and I shed A LOT of sweat and tears to get there.
One year, one divorce, and 67 added pounds later, I was tired. Tired of who I was, tired of using my divorce as a crutch to eat as much cake as I wanted. I was tired of looking in the mirror and hating what I saw, hating myself for getting to this point. I took very few pictures of myself, and hate the few that I have.
I've always believed that you need to be emotionally ready to lose the weight, and when you are, something will click in your brain, and the motivation will come. I believe this, because I had witnessed it the first time I shed the weight. Thankfully, one year ago, something clicked in my head, and I knew I was ready to make changes and find myself again.
Although it may seem insignificant to outsiders, this year to me has been life changing. I've only lost 23 pounds, I've dreaded going to the gym some days, and completely avoided it occasionally, but I always come back to this new person that I am. I don't recognize the girl from last year, and I will NEVER see her again.
I am proud of the gallon jug of water I've carried every day for the past year.
I am proud of the endurance I've built, and the 10 girl push-ups I can do as opposed to last years zero.
I am proud of the healthy choices that I make daily.
I am proud of my body, and one year ago, that's something I never thought I would say again.
I know that even though it's taken me a year to lose only 23 pounds, those 23 pounds will stay off for life, along with the weight that I am continuing to lose.
Here's to being even happier and healthier, one year from now.
I remember because I started on my niece's first birthday. The day she was born, I was close to the thinnest I've ever been, although this picture doesn't do it justice. I had worked hard to be where I was. I was 50 pounds lighter than I had been in high school, and I shed A LOT of sweat and tears to get there.
One year, one divorce, and 67 added pounds later, I was tired. Tired of who I was, tired of using my divorce as a crutch to eat as much cake as I wanted. I was tired of looking in the mirror and hating what I saw, hating myself for getting to this point. I took very few pictures of myself, and hate the few that I have.
I've always believed that you need to be emotionally ready to lose the weight, and when you are, something will click in your brain, and the motivation will come. I believe this, because I had witnessed it the first time I shed the weight. Thankfully, one year ago, something clicked in my head, and I knew I was ready to make changes and find myself again.
Although it may seem insignificant to outsiders, this year to me has been life changing. I've only lost 23 pounds, I've dreaded going to the gym some days, and completely avoided it occasionally, but I always come back to this new person that I am. I don't recognize the girl from last year, and I will NEVER see her again.
I am proud of the gallon jug of water I've carried every day for the past year.
I am proud of the endurance I've built, and the 10 girl push-ups I can do as opposed to last years zero.
I am proud of the healthy choices that I make daily.
I am proud of my body, and one year ago, that's something I never thought I would say again.
I know that even though it's taken me a year to lose only 23 pounds, those 23 pounds will stay off for life, along with the weight that I am continuing to lose.
Here's to being even happier and healthier, one year from now.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
YAY!
GUYS. THE SCALE MOVED!
I'm so excited, I could cry. I weighed this morning, so frustrated and expecting to see the same number I've seen for months.
AND IT WAS DOWN 3.2 POUNDS.
I can't even begin to describe how relieved I am. Yesterday, I felt SO STUCK. I called my mom and just wanted to cry and give up. How could I be losing no weight with how hard I've been working? I am crossing my fingers that this 3.2 pounds is the jump start to steady weight loss.
I've also started to log everything on My Fitness Pal, which has been helpful. I'm more aware of what I'm eating. Since people can see my food log, I don't want to eat something I wouldn't want anybody to see.
I'll just end with a couple of pictures of my red pants. They are on and zipped up! And skin freaking tight. (This was a week ago.) If I keep up this progress, they'll definitely fit by the end of the month!
So close, I can feel it!
I'm so excited, I could cry. I weighed this morning, so frustrated and expecting to see the same number I've seen for months.
AND IT WAS DOWN 3.2 POUNDS.
I can't even begin to describe how relieved I am. Yesterday, I felt SO STUCK. I called my mom and just wanted to cry and give up. How could I be losing no weight with how hard I've been working? I am crossing my fingers that this 3.2 pounds is the jump start to steady weight loss.
I've also started to log everything on My Fitness Pal, which has been helpful. I'm more aware of what I'm eating. Since people can see my food log, I don't want to eat something I wouldn't want anybody to see.
I'll just end with a couple of pictures of my red pants. They are on and zipped up! And skin freaking tight. (This was a week ago.) If I keep up this progress, they'll definitely fit by the end of the month!
So close, I can feel it!
Monday, October 1, 2012
FRUSTRATED
I'm so frustrated.
Remember how I was going to lose eight pounds in September?
Yeah, didn't even lose 8 ounces. And it's not that I didn't try. I tried so hard.
I hit the gym regularly. I ate well. I don't get it.
I got my blood tested on Friday, to check for a thyroid or hormone problem.
I almost hope that I have a thyroid problem, because I hear that medicine makes you drop weight.
Probably shouldn't wish for that.
I need to come up with a game plan for October. On October 27th, I am going to a concert that I'm really excited about, but that I also know will have an ex or two in attendance.
I just want to look and feel a lot better by then.
So, game plan:
No sugar Monday through Friday. (shoot me.)
I printed up a calendar of October, and wrote every work out for the month on it. 6 days a week.
Start 30 Day Shred (again) today. It's on the schedule every single day except Sundays.
FIT INTO RED PANTS BY THE 27TH. Guys, my red pants are so great. I can finally get into them (if I jump up and down for 10 minutes and don't move after that), and if I can fit into them comfortable by the 27th, I think I'll be the happiest girl in the world.
Here we go!
Remember how I was going to lose eight pounds in September?
Yeah, didn't even lose 8 ounces. And it's not that I didn't try. I tried so hard.
I hit the gym regularly. I ate well. I don't get it.
I got my blood tested on Friday, to check for a thyroid or hormone problem.
I almost hope that I have a thyroid problem, because I hear that medicine makes you drop weight.
Probably shouldn't wish for that.
I need to come up with a game plan for October. On October 27th, I am going to a concert that I'm really excited about, but that I also know will have an ex or two in attendance.
I just want to look and feel a lot better by then.
So, game plan:
No sugar Monday through Friday. (shoot me.)
I printed up a calendar of October, and wrote every work out for the month on it. 6 days a week.
Start 30 Day Shred (again) today. It's on the schedule every single day except Sundays.
FIT INTO RED PANTS BY THE 27TH. Guys, my red pants are so great. I can finally get into them (if I jump up and down for 10 minutes and don't move after that), and if I can fit into them comfortable by the 27th, I think I'll be the happiest girl in the world.
Here we go!
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