Saturday, May 11, 2013
I am not expecting miracles.
I am not expecting a big weight loss.
I am not expecting *any* weight loss.
I am not expecting anything, right?
I have to convince myself because the news has been bad every week on my scale for months, probably an average of 1-2lbs per week gained. (Not kidding! That's what you get when you stop tracking and stop working out. Too many calories consumed + too few calories burned = weight gain.)
But over time, I know it to be true, because I have lived it, there is also the corollary: fewer calories consumed + more calories burned = weight loss.
And that's where I'm headed, regardless of what the scale says tomorrow.
- my joints will feel better (did you know every pound of weight = 10 pounds of extra pressure on your joints? I didn't!)
- my back will feel better (I'm taking that on faith, it's got to feel better)
- my clothes will fit better (I know that for a fact. Been there! Done that!)
- I'll be more able to do fun things with my family this summer (warming up to my first bike ride in 15+ years, inspired by JJ's new bike-riding mania)
So. Time to focus on the future and take that first step onto the scale, knowing that whatever it says will be Okay.