Sorry for the brief hiatus. Truthfully I took the first few days off because I got hurt and was feeling sort of discouraged. While I realize this is part of the process, I didn't want to get on here and sound all whiny and downtrodden. A few more days passed then and I found it difficult to get back on here because, well, I'm definitely not Charlottesville's Biggest Loser...YET.
I haven't weighed myself on Hyam's scale, which is the one I'm "officially" going off of, but if my scale is anywhere near right I've managed to lose all of 5 pounds in the month that I've been doing this. So my "number" is 35 right now. Kind of discouraging, huh? I'll admit that I feel that way from time to time. Fortunately I've got Hyam and my other fabulous friends lifting me up when I need it, as well as telling me to get off my ass when I need to hear that (and trust me, I need to hear it!).
On Tuesday Hyam suggested that instead of thinking about all of the things that I'm NOT doing it might be better to "build little mountains" for myself of the things that I AM doing. I like the thought of bragging on myself a little so here we go...
Gone is the "I'm on vacation" excuse for overeating on the weekend. Eliminated is the eating in the middle of the night (I'm doing this crazy thing called sleeping at night instead). Soda is almost completely a thing of the past (save a Coke Zero once and awhile). And though my lazy eating still has a long way to go to be considered a "significant change" I'm definitely more cognizant of what I'm putting in my body than I've ever been. The alcohol? Let's just say it's down, but not out.
The lesson from all of this is that things are moving in the right direction even if it's not in classic "Biggest Loser" style. There are some days when I bring it in a big way - and feel like nothing in the world can get in my way. Then, however, something does and it's easy to flop backwards. But the little mountains are getting bigger every day - and eventually will become big ones, I know it.
And while we're on the subject of mountains and peaks...the only thing on my body that seems to be shrinking are my boobs. Go figure.
On Tuesday Hyam suggested that instead of thinking about all of the things that I'm NOT doing it might be better to "build little mountains" for myself of the things that I AM doing. I like the thought of bragging on myself a little so here we go...
Gone is the "I'm on vacation" excuse for overeating on the weekend. Eliminated is the eating in the middle of the night (I'm doing this crazy thing called sleeping at night instead). Soda is almost completely a thing of the past (save a Coke Zero once and awhile). And though my lazy eating still has a long way to go to be considered a "significant change" I'm definitely more cognizant of what I'm putting in my body than I've ever been. The alcohol? Let's just say it's down, but not out.
The lesson from all of this is that things are moving in the right direction even if it's not in classic "Biggest Loser" style. There are some days when I bring it in a big way - and feel like nothing in the world can get in my way. Then, however, something does and it's easy to flop backwards. But the little mountains are getting bigger every day - and eventually will become big ones, I know it.
And while we're on the subject of mountains and peaks...the only thing on my body that seems to be shrinking are my boobs. Go figure.
Ah the freaking scale and our weight. Why is that the ONE number that rules our lives. I can ruin a perfectly good day, an awesome workout just by stepping on the scale and not a) less progress I wanted to see, b) no progress or c) god forbid a gain! There goes my whole day and night. All I can think about is that stupid number!
ReplyDeleteWhat about all the other numbers in my life?! How about my low blood pressure, my awesome resting heart rate, the number of minutes I spent on the treadmill feeling great? Doesn't matter, nothing compares to THAT number on the scale.
I love the small mountains idea. I was so excited when I pulled out my summer clothes and they fit! That doesn't happen every season. Whoops, stepped on the scale that day, fitting clothes don't matter, didn't like the number.
Guess we need to work on our brains as well as our bodies!