Stepped on the scale this morning. I know they all say (just who are THEY, by the way? They say an awful lot about everything.) you should only weigh once a week, but really, who does that? Every time I walk into my bathroom I see it beckoning me. So this morning I caved, and so far I have lost thirteen pounds.
THIRTEEN POUNDS. That's a baby Labrador. Or a big watermelon.
Thirteen extra pounds of knee-killing, back-aching fat that is gone forever from my body. I'm ecstatic.
Not just about the pounds, because I still have a VERY LONG way to go. I'm so beyond thrilled because I am sticking to my new eating plan, and enjoying it. I don't feel like I'm being starved or forced to eat yucky food. It's all good, healthy food, and I love it. I'm walking every day for 30 minutes. My mother and a friend of hers have been walking with me, which makes the time go by faster and is a way to encourage each other. That makes me happy. Also, my mother power walks like those crazy ladies you see on the side of the road booking it with a fanny pack and a visor on, so walking with her is just a teensy step down from jogging. I'm drinking TONS of water. Besides my morning and afternoon cups of coffee (with no creamer and a tiny bit of sugar -working it out slowly), all I drink is water.
I feel good. I'm sleeping better. My legs hate me, but that just means it's working.
Also, the other day Jo-Anne over at Jo-Anne's Ramblings gave me my first blogging award for this blog, the Reader's Appreciation Award.
So I'm definitely keeping in mind that I still have a very long way to go on this journey, but the knowledge that my efforts are working fuels my fire and makes me that much more eager to continue on the path to good health.
Happy Sunday!
