I have to admit I was a little disappointed when I got on the scale this past Saturday. NO CHANGE! What did I expect with the horrible choices I made that week? I should be happy I wasn't up. I ate out twice and although I didn't eat the entire meals they were probably, most definitely loaded with calories! Pair that with zero exercise and well, I have no reason to complain...I didn't gain.
Weigh loss for me is a love-hate relationship. I love that my clothes are starting to not fit in a good way, too loose not too tight. I hate that as the fat comes off the skin takes it's time tightening up. Admittedly, I don't have the skin of the twenty year old me. Two very large babies later I've earned an impressive set of tiger stripes! Add to that reduced fat underneath and a nice (ok not so nice) little apron develops. The bright side? It eventually tightens up and although I wouldn't be caught dead in a bikini, I'm not as mushy and lumpy as when the process starts. I'm thinking a pair of Spanx are in order for the time being.
As this week progresses, I know I'm down again. I've been very diligent with keeping track, drinking water and not going over my allotted 29 daily points. I feel, thinner. I'm afraid to step on the scale so I'll leave that to weigh in Saturday morning. Judging by how my normally well fitting pants feel like I'm swimming in them I think I'm on the right track. Now to just get my butt to the gym...I know, I know, wasn't that my goal for last week too? Ya, easier said than done once I'm home. Going back out doesn't seem worth the effort. I guess I'll have to make a shift in that thinking if I expect to continue to loose. I'm almost 1/3 of the way there, I can't stop now!
Tammy.
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