Since I moved to the States my senses have been constantly exposed to the beauty of this country and the people and things I see & experience every day. Joining group exercise at the gym was one of those things.
I alone have never been able to find motivation to change anything about my weight. Not that I didn't want to. It's just that I am a natural team player - need to give and receive support in order to succeed.
So here I am, doing my body pump classes for 10 weeks already. When I don't go to the gym I am not able to move my butt out of the sofa. There, I transform into a monster. Nothing is too hard or impossible. Push, burn, lift, resist... It has truly changed the way I feel and LOOK.
Now beware, I DO see changes on my body. Nice waistline is showing up, the belly has shrank, I fit into clothes I couldn't even think of...
When I weighed 246 lbs my husband's jeans fitted me but I always had to 'gill breathe' for a day until they loosened a bit. Yesterday I try them on and what a surprise - they fit perfectly. There's even space to breathe in them. No flab 'leaking' from the sides! Captured by the moment I run to try one of my skirts that fitted me just right at that same weight. And miracle... Next to my waist and hip I can put a 2l Coke bottle to keep my skirt tight!
Finally, thrilled by these discoveries I run to the scale expecting to hit big numbers!
And what a disappointment! I am BACK to 256! How is that possible, hellooo???
For a moment I felt my efforts have been vain. But it was only a moment!
I declare war! A war to the scale that wants to undermine all I have achieved so far.
Regular exercise. Mind it- hard exercise!
No back pain.
No elbow pain.
No soreness in the body.
No more 'soft, liquid' arms.
Wearing smaller size.
Being able to bend.
No... there's too much at stake to let the scale win. This too shall pass. And I am here to embrace the positive as long as it's working. Even in such a funny way! For the time being I am faithfully lifting and observing change. The scale can wait!