I knew I would have to take it easy today because the leg, while not as it once was...is still tight and not 100 percent.
So I did the dreadmill.
I would go at 3.0 for 15 minutes...stop and stretch..I did that three times.
Grand total 45 minutes and about 150 calories.
I struggled to not be frustrated.
I just kept reminding myself that if I
wasn't careful it wouldn't be a week out of service.
It would be a month or more.
That kept my attitude in check.
After that, I stretched for 10 to 15 minutes and then did 175 situps.
Doing the situps made me less frustrated.
My calories logged in today at 1530. Not bad.
I got my veggies, fruits and water in.
I am at 181.
I was 179 at my highest in Germany.
That was the first time I really gave a go at losing weight.
It took me 2 and 1/2 months and I lost 23 lbs.
Down to 156...
I thought it wasn't fast enough, so I quit.
This is where you don't kick yourself.
Because you can't go back, only forward.
On the 18th of January, it had been 8 months.
I know on my blog you don't see these huge weigh in days or anniversaries.
I do that on purpose.
I liken this whole weight loss thing to a marathon.
I can't imagine stopping at mile 13 and going "Yeah! I am halfway done".
I will note it, but there isn't a 'celebration day'.
Now when I hit 132, watch out shopping malls and beauty salons...here I come.
I plan to celebrate by decorating myself.
That's why each pound is great for me. It's like one mile closer to my Goal.
No one pound was any more exciting than any other.
Even 200 became just another blip on the scale.
A blip I wanted to get below.
IT didn't feel the way I thought it would.
I think goal weight will be much the same.
It won't be real for me until I go out there, put on a size 6 or 8 dress and wear it.
Then I think it will hit me.
When I joined the army I was 156 Lbs, right out of high school.
By the end of basic I was 138 lbs of muscle.
I remember getting weighed and being shocked...but it didn't hit home, until I and a couple of friends went shopping.
They gave me an 8 to try on, and I was like...'No way, No way am I going to fit in that."
Then I did,
THEN I cried.
For me- I get tunnel visioned...I only see the goal, not the rest.
That is why this leg is p*ssing me off.
It is in my way.
But that's okay, I know this weight thing is for life.
I can hold off a few more days.
Anymore than that, I lop this one off and trade it in for a new one.
Your mildly frustrated,
but pushing forward