Yesterday, I went slightly over on my calories. I messed up at lunch, but got home and made a cheese quesadilla and cooked zucchini and spinach. I didn’t feel like working out at all, and put it off quite awhile, but finally picked up the weights at 10:00 and lifted for about 20 minutes. With my mood, it was as good as it was going to get.
I also measured myself again, just to see how I’ve done. The first time I measured myself was in January of 2009 when we got an exercise program to do. Then I found those measurements in March of this year, and measured again, to see how I had been doing. In those 14 months, I had lost a little bit over 26 inches on my body, mostly from my thighs. So awesome, that even though I’m not fitting into any different size, there is a difference. My pants are definitely baggier around the thighs than they used to be.
A week ago, I was lamenting to my sister that I’d lost 26 inches and 35 pounds, I haven’t gone down one single size in anything, and I was a little frustrated about it, but she made an excellent point. As overweight as I am, I’m losing inches and fat from everywhere, not just a couple of specific places, and it’s going to take awhile because I have to lose more from everywhere before there’s a big enough difference to get new clothes. It’s actually a comfort, her putting it like that.
And on to other happy news, I measured myself again last night, to see how I’ve done in the last 2 and a half months since March. I discovered I am down another 6 ½ inches! That’s a total of 32 inches in the last year and a half. It is so cool to me that I’m doing it. I’m losing weight and gaining muscle, and literally shrinking, even though it’s not too visible yet. I’m doing what I never thought (and never even tried) I could do. Amazing!
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