Time is seriously getting away from me. Week 39, really? Already?
This week has been good. Great, really. Physical therapy kicked it up a notch, so now I am jumping as part of my rehab. I hate to admit it, but I am pretty stoked about that. I cannot wait to have zero limitations set on me so that I can attack new workouts with Denise. I know she is dying to do the same with me.
Here is what the schedule looked like for the week:
Sunday – 1 hour (or maybe a touch more) with Denise, Aaron, Ketrell, and Sarah at Sharon Woods (13,517)
Monday – physical therapy; fit score session with Denise (19,704)
Tuesday – 3+ miles of walking at Sharon Woods with my chicklets (17,536)
Wednesday – legs & abs (13,144)
Thursday – whole body with Chris (on the stairs) & Denise (14,379)
Friday – physical therapy; back & chest with Denise (13,138)
Saturday – 4 hours at the zoo with my chicklets (14,741)
I continue to make my way toward 100 pounds lost. Honestly just typing it looks strange to me. How unbelievable, right? I admit that if you had asked me 39 weeks ago I would *not* have thought I would be here right now. I would have probably told you that this journey (like all others before it) would have stalled out at some point. Maybe I would have thought 50 pounds lost by now…maybe.
If I had to go this journey alone there would not have been enough faith – enough drive – enough belief in myself. It is the people I have surrounded myself with that have made my journey this successful. The fact that I have an entire network of people (including all of you reading right now) rooting for me, standing behind me, believing in me is what has pushed me this far. I thank each and every one of you for the kind words and encouragement.
So, as for my weigh in this week:
That is 2.8 pounds down from last week. What excellent progress! That means I am 4.4 pounds away from 100 lost – insane! This also means I am only 34.4 pounds away from my initial goal of 185 – unbelievable!
Denise seems to think I will hit the 100-pound mark by next weekend’s weigh in. I am not so sure about that, but we will see. Her serious belief makes me wonder what kind of workouts she has planned for the week though. Maybe I should be afraid. Although it could not *possibly* be worse than the fit score test we did on Monday. That. Was. Brutal. Seriously. I cannot remember the last time my arms felt so weak. I cannot remember the last time my whole body ached in the morning. I cannot remember the last time I worked so hard I had *no* words to say when I was working out. Seriously, all I had were grunts and sighs. It was fabulous!
7 weeks; 5 days
How was your week? Did you try anything new with your workouts?