I couldn’t stand it any longer. I felt the need to get on the scale today. I knew it would be a good day. Drum roll please…….I’ve lost 21 pounds in 10.5 weeks. My goal was two pounds a week and I’m totally doing it. I wasn’t going to weigh myself until after the 1/2 marathon next weekend, but I figured why not?
I feel great, and I am motivated to keep exercising and keep losing. I probably could have worked a little harder, exercised a little longer, and ate a little less to maximize my results. But I am so okay with slow and steady weight loss. Besides, as I pat myself a little on the back here, I did this in the midst of losing my grandpa, losing a baby, and a few spontaneous road trips. I say, not bad, Rach!
Instead of emotionally eating the last three months, I’ve focused myself and my energies on a goal. It has been the absolute best thing I’ve done in a really long time. I think I have 30 lbs or so to fit into all of my pre-marriage clothes, but it’s better than 50 lbs, right? The best part is that I’m doing this all on my own…no pills, no surgery, no daily training session (which I wouldn’t mind), and no crash starvation dieting! It’s just me, my calorie counter, my pedometer, and the open road! That’s the most rewarding part.