Thursday, February 28, 2013
I awoke about an hour early, and though I was tempted to roll back over and try to sleep some more, I realized my sciatic was trying to kick my butt, literally.
Reaching into the recesses of my memory, I realized that if I did the a.m. physical therapy stretches, it may make it feel better, if I was careful. So I carefully did them, and actually pushed it to 17 minutes (no weights) this morning.
I weighed. No change.
I measured - hmm, since not measuring since August, there was a one inch increase in two areas. Boo.
Now I have my current starting inches, and realize I did not go that far off (weight is currently what it was in May and August of 2012 @ 205, not good, but at least it is not 210.)
Now, I can progress by doing the exercise, and watching the measuring tape, and know that the weeks that loss does not show up on the scale, it can show on that little yellow tape. That in itself is progress. It is reality, accepting it, or rather deciding to at least admit it, and proceed to the next step. Wearing my pedometer again. Focus: drinking my water. I always tend to drink less in the winter, and I need to change that up.
Off to work.
Wow! What a start to the day.