Friday, November 16, 2012
This week I have been mostly - jumping, swinging (kettlebells), spinning, failing to do the zumba moves to the music, sweating, walking, aching, and feeling good. Yup, feeling very good. Not just chipper, not even just a little bit happier, but full on, Nina-Simone-belting-out-a-song
-about-it. kind of good. I even treated myself to a haircut!
Despite having once been a wee bit of a clothes horse (not to mention extremely vain about my typically multi-hued, highly changeable hair), I spent the last year really letting myself go. It's pretty easy to just slob about when you work from home most days, hiding away like a creepy cat farming recluse*, and I reached the point where my self esteem was just so low that I didn't believe I deserved fitting clothes or a head of hair that wasn't entirely made up of split ends. Dark, dark ill groomed days.
Not any more though! My hair's been dyed a deep, natural red and chopped into a pixie. I've got a few new dresses (flattering rather than being a size smaller, but I'll take what I can get). And I feel bloody grand: for the seventh week in a row I've consistently lost weight. I'm 15lb down! Only another 10 and before I'm half way to my first weight loss goal! And I know, I know, it'll take a while, but... who cares! I'm feeling good.
* I only have two cats (and a dog), I have not amassed (or farmed) an army, as of yet.