I got on the scale this morning. It was hard. I was worried.
And I'm happy to say that after my eating rampage and exercise embargo last week, I'm still exactly the same weight. Haven't budged a pound. For once, I'm happy about that. I was so worried that I'm magically gained 5 lbs.
I'm going to try to hit the gym before I get on the road for a half hour and maybe another half hour when I get to the hotel. We'll see. Either way, I'm getting at least 30 minutes of activity in today, hopefully and hour.
Now, the goal is 5 lbs in 2 weeks. It'll be tough, but I'm committed. Join me? I'll be picking you up from the airport in 2 weeks.
Are you ready for a couple of marathon workouts at the Y when you're in town? No pressure, no where to be, no husband and kids to get home to. Just me and a glass of wine. I can't wait!
Ok, think of this. 18 lbs down for you. 35 to go. You've already lost more than half of what you still have to do. Does that make sense? In another 18 pounds, you'll only have 17 to go!!!! Whoo hoo! Now, that may take a little while. But, when we see each other at the end of June in New Orleans, there's a darn good chance that both of us are going to be at least 30 pounds lighter than when we started 2009. That's pretty impressive.
Slow and steady wins the race, my Buggy. Slow & steady sets the pace for the rest of our lives. This isn't a race, this is everyday forever. Might as well go slow and get used to it, even when you don't feel like you're making progress, this isn't just about pounds and inches. This is about being healthier and happier and spending more time with your beautiful babies and husband and having a better quality of life. I mean, really, if you had to eat broccoli for every single meal of your life if it meant that you have just one more second with your babies & Ry, wouldn't you do it? So, in perspective this ain't that bad.
Did I tell you I met a boy?