Monday, November 22, 2010
It's where you find it. In my case, I found that when I stepped on the scale for my weekly weigh-in, I had lost a stone since starting over (that's 14 lbs to the Yanks among us). Suddenly my craving for fried chicken turned into a desire to work out and see if I could keep up the momentum.
Today, I paired cardio and strength training for the first time in more than a year. Usually I only do one or the other, either because I run out of steam or I'm just plain lazy. Today, because of that magic 14 lbs, I was pumped to jump around AND flex.
Instead of that fried chicken, which sounded so good earlier today, I'll be having one of my waist-friendly meals. Instead of being snuggled up with a book, I'm in desperate need of a shower because I've gotten my blood moving.
One little thing. Since I started this journey, I've found myself doing far more arithmetic than I ever wanted (which is to say, I'm doing it at all). "If I have these 300 calories, I can't have that later. Can I eat this now, because we'll be dining out and I don't want to go over-budget." Does it ever become second nature, because it's feeling a bit OCD at the moment.
The next goal is a very small one. If I lose just three more pounds, I'll be below a certain number on the scale. I like those baby steps. I just wish I could reduce the food math.