Alright folks, it has been exactly 26 weeks since I began my journey. Twenty-six weeks of exercising regularly, making healthier food choices, working on this mentality of mine (still, and always, a work in progress), and writing to all of you. That is exactly one half of a year. Crazy how time has just zipped right on by.
To see how far I have come…here is an excerpt from week one:
I will admit I met the scale this morning with serious apprehension (which is typical). I am always afraid to find I have not lost anything or worse – I gained. Today; however, that was not the case. As I stared at my kitchen window, holding my breath, I slowly peeked down toward my feet to find…
I cannot recall (off the top of my head) I felt such anxiety greeting the scale in the morning. That is certainly not to say that I have never looked down and thought about stomping on the stupid thing…but anxiety has pretty much left the building (of my head) when it comes to the scale. What an accomplishment that is in itself, let me tell you. For those of you who meet the scale with dread and nausea, you know what I mean. It is
nice wonderful to actually look forward to hopping up on that scale these days. I am excited to see more progress, to be one more step (pound) closer to where I want to be.
Of course, progress was in short supply this morning (week). The scale was still kind to me, but I am disappointed (to say it nicely) in my results. This morning I weighed in at 247 – even (68 total pounds in 26 weeks…68.25 inches, in case you were wondering). While that *is* still progress…it is only 0.6 pounds down from last Sunday. Ick. The only thing keeping my head in tact over this little hiccup is the fact that I know why…
Monday I had an appointment with Gwen (trainer) to get my measurements. She ended up doing an entire fitness evaluation, which ate up all my time at the gym that night. Problem? I never raised my heartrate for any length of time, so very little calories were burned. Boo. Wednesday I did not go the gym at all…not because I did not want to, but because I truly could not (complicated and dramatic story I will spare you). Friday, same thing.
So, pretty much no gym all this week (with the exception of Sunday’s workout with Denise). I guess I should be thankful I am down at all with the complete lack of gym time. Let me just say it felt *amazing* to walk into the gym today to meet Denise…and walk out sweaty and gross. Excellent workout, and I needed it desperately.
This week should be back to normal, so hopefully I can get moving on my birthday goal:
Thinking about the last 26 weeks (six months), how has your life changed? Are you where you wanted to be right now? Where do you want to be in the next 26 weeks? What changes do you need to make to meet that goal?