He (a former black belt) said he was impressed that I am sticking with it. He said he would like to design a plan for me (which I am sure would be very painful for me to follow) because it would be more efficient. But he's been watching me and he's never seen me without my trusty pedometer and my unsweetened ice tea, and he knows I am serious.
My husband, another former martial artist who still looks very fine at the age of 67, said something similar last week.
This is high praise coming from two hard working lifelong athletes.
My mother, however, sighs and says "Good luck" when I tell her I want to be a size smaller by mid April. I'll admit I've made a rather unimpressive start, but who's to say my progress needs to stay unimpressive? She did go with me on a walk recently, though, and she is now walking her dog farther than she used to, so maybe my walking is a bit contagious.
I feel a little like I am in love. Yesterday, while I was in the tutoring room, I looked down at my pedometer several times and saw a gigantic number (not really, but for a day I was sitting on my rear, it was). I was so happy, because for once I could see how POSSIBLE change really was for me.
This happiness, this sense of possibility, translated into my tutoring, too. I always love my job, but I was a little on FIRE as I explained immune system function and dysfunction to people. They must have thought I was bonkers.
It IS possible. I'm a month in. I no longer feel deprived when I go without my midnight snacks. Logging food has become second nature. Squeezing in exercise is becoming easier and I'm looking for more ways to do it. I have a couple weeks off school coming up and I will have to work a lot more, but I will also get some hiking in. I can do this.