After a full week of working out to my heart's desire (and then some), I weighed in this morning not entirely expecting much of a change. However, my boyfriend was surprised, because after all the hard work I put in plus the way I've been eating, he fully expected at least 3-5 lbs. lost. Alas, I didn't lose anything. I was a little put off by it, but then thought, hey at least I didn't gain weight. There's something to be proud of. So I get to my computer, go to the weigh in and measurement tracker, and decided measuring myself might help. A few weeks ago I was measured at the dance studio for costumes, so I had an idea of where I was prior to my workout plans. I don't remember the exact numbers, but I do remember at least one of them, and my waist is definitely 4 inches smaller! As for my hips, I don't know what that number was at the time, but I do know I lost at the very least 2 inches. Yayness!
What we've decided is that this week was my week to tone apparently, in order to prepare for the actual weight loss part of my plan. Boyfriend also weighed himself (he's not entirely trusting my scale) and discovered he's gained some weight as well. So what did we do? We went out in the (progressively colder) rain and walked! Lasted about 17 minutes before we discovered the downside to that excursion, but hey we did something. My thinking is, I needed the day to finish recuperating from my heavy workout week anyway so it all works out. Went to Applebee's for dinner (my sister had given him a gift card for Christmas, yay free food) and I got the Asiago Peppercorn Steak. 390 calories. It was quite good, only I didn't quite anticipate the amount of peppercorns in that thing... I didn't know my sinuses needed clearing, but they were definitely cleared! I even talked him out of ordering mozzarella sticks (heehee), knowing full well if he ordered them I'd be tempted to eat them as well. When he asked the calorie count for that order, he changed his mind though, so I'm rubbing off on him.
Anyways, so here're my thoughts for the next few weeks-
The number on the scale may not get lower. That's okay. As long as it's not getting higher, it's still progress. And if it only goes down by one, hey whatevs. I worked hard for that one, some success is still success.
I'm not so scared of food anymore, now that I know what to eat. Healthy food can always be tasty, just gotta make the effort. I made my bbq chicken pizza wedges for lunch the other day and I was full for several hours. More experimentation and recipes, I know I can do this!
Regardless of how I may feel looking in the mirror right now, I know that what I am doing is making myself better. I'm becoming healthier and stronger by the day, and eventually my fairytale fantasy will come to fruition. That includes boyfriend and me, on the beach, I'm wearing a 2 piece and having the time of my life with the man of my dreams. We'll vacation through Italy and Ireland, among other European nations, and I'll be so full of energy that even he can't keep up. I will no longer be scared to be pretty, scared to succeed, and I will be able to live my life to the fullest. With boyfriend at my side, I can do anything! Heck, I can do anything already, but it's much more fun with him by my side.
Till then, I'm still slightly afraid of the above, but I'm a work in progress. That progress is going much faster than I thought it would, too. Amazing what losing a few inches can do.