This morning I got closer to my goal: After more than a month of hovering between 135 and 138 pounds, I weighed in at 134.8.
To most, this won’t seem like much but it gives me that extra push to get in gear.
Saturday, I walked about five miles, did 200 crunches on the ab lounge and bought little easy grip three pound weights. They got used twice and, I’m not going to lie, my poor little arms hurt like hell today. Today’s plan is to walk about six miles, do 250 crunches on the ab lounge, use the weights twice and hit the exericse bike for at least 10 minutes.
Basically, I’m hoping to be at 130 at or shortly after Pay Day Friday (aka Sept. 23) so I can get my belly button re-pierced before I’m in sweaters and jackets nonstop.
What I’ve realized is that I’m so focused on the goal, I would be willing to skip food entirely. I’m not, mind you, but each time I sit down for a meal I’m pondering how much I’m going to have to walk to make sure I don’t gain the next day. How many crunches I’ll need to do to get rid of any signs of gluttony. How long on the exercise bike to save a few minutes of my time.
The potato chip aisle at the grocery store hurts my heart. I love its contents so very much, but I don’t love its affect on my weigh-ins at all. My bottle of vodka’s been sitting in my freezer untouched for a month now since I love it with Mountain Dew and once I’m drinking I desperately want pizza and the aforementioned chips.
It turns out folks were right when they said weightloss and health(ier) living was a lifestyle change. I’ve given up much of what I love to achieve this goal, I’ve gone from being a bum after work to moving more than I had in years, I’ve gone from three fast food meals a day to doubting every food decision I make.
I’m hoping that once I get there, it’ll get easier to maintain it rather than constantly decreasing. But somehow I suspect that it’ll have its struggles, too: 1.) Chopper wanting to walk constantly 2.) Potato chip envy 3.) Remembering to not gourge on food.
Oh how I miss the days of 3,000+ calories and no guilt.
