I weighed 180 at the beginning of the summer. 180. That's the most I've ever weighed. Including when I was pregnant, and at nine months, topped the scales at 170.
So that's when I started to get serious.
I've always thought I was a healthy person. I would take my dogs on walks. I swam at the local pool. I'm a vegan, so I CAN'T eat unhealthy foods, right?
Somehow none of that mattered.
So, starting in May, I started really thinking about what I was doing to my body.
Since May, I lost 13 pounds. And for the last 2 months, I've been hovering. 167, 168, 167, etc. At first I figured I had hit a plateau, and didn't know what to do. But then I realized it wasn't just about the weight. It was about how I felt.
And I was feeling good.
I started running in September, with Sparkpeople's 8-week 5K training program. I'd never run before. Not only that, but I hated running.
But I did the program, and I've since completed 3 5k's and one 8k.
Don't tell anyone, but I now secretly LOVE running.
Actually it's not a secret. I tell everyone how much I love it.
But I was still there on the scale. 167, 168, 167...
My legs were feeling good- my pants fit looser. I feel stronger. So who cares about the scale anyway?
Well, I must, because I'm still weighing myself. 167, 168, 167...
I think it's due to the running streak that I'm doing thanks to my running inspiration, Michelle at mindbodyandgoal.net has been leading.
Run/walk at least a mile every day from Thanksgiving to New Years.
Honestly, I've missed a couple of days. But I'm not quitting. I really like running, and I feel so darn good.
And this morning. A nice surprise.