Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Recently at my companies annual Christmas party one of my co-workers wifeís came up to me and asked if I had lost weight. I quickly replied yes and told her all about what I had been doing. I talked about how I get up at 4:30 every morning to get 1 to 1 Ĺ hours in at the gym before work and about how I am trying to eat healthier but still letting myself splurge (like at the Christmas party). As I was talking to her, I realized that everything I had been doing was totally worth it. She was the first person (outside of immediate family and friends) to notice that I had lost weight. Itís been about 2 months since I last saw her and I havenít lost that much weight, at lease according to the scale. However, she noticed and it felt great. Itís not that I donít appreciate when my parents tell me I look great, but to have someone that I only casually know make the comment made it that much better.
The best part is that her husband, along with all my other co-workers (I work with all men) have been talking about how they need to lose weight. I find this amusing because they go out to eat all the time. There isnít a day that goes by where someone doesnít ask me if I wasnít to go to Taco Bell, Jack in the Box, or Jimmy Johns. These are the same guys who make fun of the fact that I bring my own lunch and snacks to work. That I only show up 10 minutes before work because Iíve been at the gym all morning, and that on the last day of the month when my boss gets pizza and beer for everyone I bring a sensible dinner with me and drink water. They keep a scale in the break room and every time one of them weighs themselves, they grumble about how they need to start eating right or exercising. My boss said he hadnít been to the gym in over 6 months, yet he still keeps paying for it. I canít go 2 days without going to the gym for a workout.
So while all of them were getting drunk, eating Philly cheese steaks, and corn dogs I was drinking my water, eating off the veggie tray and basking in the glow of all my hard work paying off. I did have one beer and a slice of cheesecake; it is a Christmas party after all. However, I stayed within my calorie count and got up the next morning to go to my Saturday step class.