I am enjoying a rare morning - that of having the house to myself [well...besides the cat and the dog, who hardly count because, Thank the Good Lord - they don't have poseable thumbs therefore making it impossible for them to use and/or constantly change the channels on the tv.]
This is where Mark would say, "tell me how you really feel..." ha.
Anyway, on this rare Sunday morning I am enjoying a cup of coffee outside in my back yard, in the peace and quiet that includes no invasion from the television, but rather the birds and the squirrels and the cicadas (not sure I spelled that right). It's grand.
After having the best week I've had in ages, and feeling like I am actually looking better... I decided to take my measurements. I had no expectations of what they might be. I haven't taken my measurements since January 22 and at that point I had lost 8 pounds and a few inches since January 2nd. Had I only stuck with doing whatever it was I was doing... but I didn't; and so it really doesn't matter except to learn from it. What matters is what I do today and tomorrow, and the day after that, and that day after that. What matters is that I make a plan - Plan my Work and Work my Plan.
So I took my measurements and weighed myself.
I am up 6.8 pounds from January 22nd, but interestingly enough, my measurements are very similar I entered them on the SP tracker. I'm sure this is due to working with a personal trainer once each week for the past 8 weeks, and on my own as well. Had I kicked it into gear 8 weeks ago like I did this past week, I can't even imagine what my progress would have been. Again, it doesn't matter except that I learn from it. But I DO need to imagine what my progress might have been. I do. Not to dwell on what might have been, but rather what is possible. And it IS possible.
Clothes that I could barely get into 4 or 5 weeks ago are fitting more comfortably. I can get on the Harley without my back "coming undone" - and that's big, because I was making all sorts of excuses as to why I couldn't go with Mark; hardly fair to him or myself. I can't get into last summer's riding jeans - YET, but I will by the end of August. I need to put those jean on a hanger and leave them out... imagine.
I'm pleased that I took my measurements; it shows I'm making progress. :) The truths that measurements tell? It's not so bad after all.
Today is my planned rest day - sort of. Besides the normal weekend work of laundry and such, I need to shop and prepare some things ahead for my weeks' nutrition and I need to change it up a bit so I don't get burned out on the same thing day in, and day out. I did enjoy my salads all week [check out my tracker] but it also got tiring. I'm thinking I'll throw some shrimp into the plan this week, alternating it between my meal and snack protein. Maybe I'll change the chicken up by making up a crock pot of salsa chicken, which is super good and freezes nicely. I might even be able to get Mark to eat that if I turn it into tacos or burritos one night.
I have mixed feelings about a "rest day" because I know myself so well. What if I don't "get started" again? It's happened time after time, year after year. But do I have an appt. tomorrow with my personal trainer, so I know that won't happen. I'll get up tomorrow morning and get on the elliptical for no less than 15 minutes, hop on the BOSU ball, and use my TRX. I think I'll even break out my exercise ball and throw that into the mix. I know I need a rest day though... yesterdays' workoutS worked alot of of muscles and I'm feeling them - in that good, oooo that hurts, sort of sick way. That make me giggle. I used to cringe because of my pain [and I still do, believe me] but today I'm embracing and appreciating it. Funny how that works.
EMBRACE your inner awesome!