After having been at a frustrating, unexplainable standstill in my weight [I take that back, I think I gained] for the past 9 weeks, despite having a trainer and eating well, I have actually lost some weight!
On Sunday I was down 2.6# from the previous week, which was the same weight eight weeks earler. I was estatic, to say the least. Relieved.
I know it seems silly, but it matters. I can't help it. It's just a number.... I know. But it's too high of a number and it needs to go down if I'm ever to get to a healthy weight.
My measurements showed progress too, and that too gives me more motivation. Progress is good!
The difference? I'm working with a personal trainer once a week and that's a big part because it makes me *have* to be accountable once a week. The difference though is that I'm USING the equipment that I have at home: elliptical, TRX, BOSU, free weights. Apparently simply owing it doesn't quite cut it - you must *use* it... go figure.
The difference? I was eating well, but now I'm eating better. Eating clean. I'm tracking my food and fitness. Tracking everything I plan to eat throughout the day - PLAN being the key word - makes me and keeps me well aware of my nutrition and where I need to step it up [or back off] during the day. I find that I don't eat mindlessly or binge when I have a plan. I know that I'm going to eat breakfast around 7, have my Snack 1 about 9:30, Lunch at noon, Snack 2 between 2:30 and 4... and Dinner. I also know if I've planned accurately, I can have a Bedtime Snack, that will consist of fresh fruit or a frozen protein shake, depending on how my macronutrients looks. It really breaks into 5 or 6 small meals throughout the day, but shhhh.. my mind thinks I'm snacking, so we're going to leave well enough alone.
Another difference? I'm giving "it" a chance. In another lifetime, if I had put so much effort into something and not seen any results in 9 weeks, I would have said forget it. This is a process and I have to give it some time in order to see the progress. I see progress when I reach for my file cabinet handle and see a more defined bicep.
ha! Loving THAT!
Once again, my level of daily, ongoing pain is reduced to just about nothing. This is where the little voice on my shoulder utters and clear and resounding "duh..." Been there and done that... why is it so difficult to remember something so basic. Eating clean and moving does it every time. Sure, I have some pain. I may always have pain, but there are things I can control that helps keep it from getting entirely out of control.
As I plopped my purse onto my car seat this morning, my wallet happened to open up. Inside my checkbook was a yellow sticky-note it. On it, a few years ago I had written:
"We can't control the length of our life, but we can control the depth and width." Unknown
Isn't that the truth?
The difference? Controlling the the depth and width of my life.