Monday, January 02, 2012
Ok, so I started this little process a week ago knowing that 1) I'm almost 40 years old 2) the weight is not going to just fall off of me and 3) something in my life needed to change. I told myself when I slipped/fell/went on a binge I wouldn't beat myself up, I would just pick myself up and keep going. All of this sounds good, right? I failed to remember one thing - I can beat myself up better than anyone else in this world.
Over the past four days, I have managed to do some form of exercise everyday and track all my food. Today was my first weigh in. And I lost (hold the applause) a whopping 1/2 pound. Are you frikken serious??? 1/2 a flippin pound? AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! My first thought was, "this sucks". Then I went to my dear husband (DH) and told him and he said, "Way to go!" :) I do love that man.
Then I found a picture that showed me exactly how much a pound of fat looks like and I felt waaaayyy better.
So, I'm off to the gym to make the next weigh in just as good or better than the last.