Monday, October 29, 2012
No, that's not a date. That's the number of months since I decided, once and for all, to make a change and the number of pounds I have lost. It has been 16 weeks and I have lost 31 pounds. And I couldn't feel better. I remember when my daughter was born going to the gym and working out for an hour four days a week. I had a lot of energy and felt good. While I'm not at that level yet, I am feeling so much better about myself, have more energy, and sleep better than I have in years. It's amazing.
I have to say that I was surprised I was down another three pounds this morning. We had visitors this weekend and food wasn't great. Enchiladas (my wife makes the most mouth-watering enchiladas) and a pizza buffet were the low points. Well, that and the snack filled Sunday afternoon. But even then I used a small cup and kept my portions small. A lot different than the days when I would have finished a bag of chips and half a container of cookies while watching TV. Now I spend more time on the floor playing with my kids than stuffing my face with garbage. I think I like this better. I know my kids do.
83 pounds to go until my goal weight. One day, one week, one lifetime at a time.