Well, for the last week, I may have been super busy (and not always on my regular blog schedule)... but I've also been working super hard on taking care of myself. I've eaten carefully, and tracked my food every day. And I exercised a LOT.
- 60 minutes on Wednesday at the YMCA pool
- 90 minutes at Slimmons on Thursday
- 8 hours walking around (and standing in line) at Disneyland on Friday
- 90 minutes at Slimmons on Saturday
- nothing aside from walking a the Farmer's Market on Sunday
- 60 minutes on Monday at the YMCA pool
- and it'll be another 90 minutes at Slimmons tonight
I felt emotional from time to time, but I didn't eat emotionally.
And as a result... when I weighed in this morning, I was 4.5 pounds down. The scale said...
Seriously. I have a digital scale with tenths and it was exactly 300.0. I even tried to pee more to see if it would go below, but alas, it did not.
Alas? What is "alas" about it? I'm at my lowest weight in years! I am very close to saying goodbye to 300 forever.
I learned one thing this week that I'm surprised I didn't realize before... one weird thing that, when it's in place, always spurs me on:
Being healthy is easier when your kitchen is clean.
Last week, during the days I was struggling the most, my kitchen was a mess. Piles of dishes, sloppy floor, unorganized fridge... the last place I wanted to be was the kitchen. And Wednesday morning, after I cleaned it, the balanced eating was suddenly so much easier. So I'm making a concerted effort to keep the kitchen clean, so there's nothing - no mess, no leftovers, no nothing - to make me want to hide from the kitchen. I do best when I'm making all my meals, and now I know that I can't just stop there!
All right. I'm off to keep kicking ass, so that hopefully next week I can finally say I weigh less than 300 pounds. And you? No matter where you are, and no matter how we know each other or how close we are... I hope you'll keep taking care of you. You deserve it.