Here we are again. It has been four weeks, and I have to say, this is tough. Although I do have a loss to post this week, when the words "it has been four weeks", aka a month come to light, I realize how little I have to show for so much effort and change. Both are good things, and even what I have to show is a good thing, but still... I think it's because I know I still have so far to go. My goal (unrealistically) was to lose 40 pounds in three months. Ha! I am thinking now that that is a bit silly. One third of the way through, and I have lost 9 pounds. Not terrible; definitely over the quote-unquote healthy weight-loss standard of 1-2 pounds per week. But I have been kicking my arse! Still the same attitude toward exercising: I show up because of my fantastic work-out buddy (thank you, Sarah!!), I huff and puff through 60 minutes of whatever, and then I feel grrreat! when it's over. The point remains I am doing it. I am maintaining a 1290 calorie diet--suuuucks! And I have cut out late-night snacking, soda and most sweets.
But 9 pounds doesn't seem like enough, as far as perception goes. I know my clothes are fitting better-- I wore a pair of jeans that I bought pre-Aurelia-embryo the other night. *insert WOO-HOO here* Speaking of embryos, do any of y'all have any tips for getting rid of pregnancy-belly-skin-sans-baby nastiness?
Wow, that was super random. Per the suggestion of my friend, Lorie, via last week's comment, I am going to locate a measuring tape and start keeping track of bodily inches to make the changes seem more real, being on paper...
218.4 (starting weight; 4.18.12)
214.6 (week one; 4.25.12)
210.8 (week two; 5.2.12)
212.2 (week three; 5.9.12)
209.0 (week four; 5.16.12)
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