Remember towards the end of the movie when Richard Gere tells Julia Roberts he'll set her up with an apartment in New York and all the shopping her heart desires? And she replies "That's a really good offer for a girl like me."
That's how I've been feeling, after a couple of roller coaster weigh-in weeks--that the mid 150's are a really good place for a girl like me. You know, it's the lowest weight I've been in over a decade. And I look good. And when people ask if I'm at goal and I say (depending on the scale that day) that I have 7 or 8 or 9 pounds left to go, they act shocked and say "where's that going to come from?" And I pinch my muffin top and point to my saddle bags and laugh and reply, "Oh there's plenty of fat left, believe me."
On my low days, I feel like I should just be grateful for what I've achieved and not expect more. That apartment in New York looks pretty good.
But then, I get a 5 mile run in (like yesterday--yes!) and have a couple good food days, and the scale shows a lower number again. And then I think....I want the fairy tale. I want the Knight in Shining Armor with colors flying riding on his white horse. 145 suddenly seems possible, and even--dare I dream it--140 or 135 (my "ultimate" low weight that I wanted to weigh when I was 145 at age 23).
So today's a Julia Roberts day. I feel good, like I can really do this. And I'm worth it, and the effort is worth it. I am walking away from the consolation prize and going for the fairy tale.
On DH and my BIL-- BIL came through surgery with no problems, and gets to go home today or tomorrow. Should be back at work Monday. Thank you all for your well wishes.
And I didn't give DH credit yesterday like I should have--he does work out, when he's not injured. He's had a back injury for over a month and is still struggling for that to heal. He taught kick boxing at our gym for several years, and in his 30s was a runner and swimmer. He blew out a knee and had surgery, so running's out. And he might get back into swimming. For the past year he's been doing hot yoga 3-5 days a week, which I think has been excellent for him in many ways until he screwed up his back and had to stop. His biggest issue is eating--he's all or nothing, eating like a little piggy or fasting on the lemonade diet. He's got an appointment with his doctor in a couple weeks and is going to ask for an EKG to look at his heart, and he knows he's got to get serious before it gets serious.