Here's one from June 7, 2006, that slapped me in the face:
I was wearing size 18s when I wrote this post. I was at the early stages of becoming a runner (thank you couch to 5k program), and was doing OK on Weight Watchers but it didn't stick. The rest of 2006 was a bitch, and I got really off track and didn't regain possession of myself until February 2007 when I joined LA Weight Loss and finally found the focus & energy I needed to lose 55 pounds in 9 months.
The scale finally moved in the right direction this morning. 202. Down 4 lbs from Saturday. I knew I was retaining water, but it helps so much to see the confirmation of it on the scale. If I can hold it, then I'll be down about 4 lbs for the 4 weeks with WW. I can definitely handle that. That's 52 pounds a year.
What's my ultimate goal weight? I'd love to be down to 135, but even at my thinnest at age 23 I was 145. Can I get to 135 in my late 30s? I have absolutely no idea. At this point, I'd be thrilled to get into a size 12 in regular clothing stores and never have to shop at fat girl stores again. That's my goal for the end of 2006--to be a size 12. That might be aggressive, and if I end up at a loose 14 by Christmas, that's okay too. By next summer, I want to be a size 12. Then by Christmas of 2007 I want to be a size 10.... by 2008, a size 8. I think these are numbers and time frames that are attainable.
More goals--I want to run a 5K this fall. There are plenty in the area, and I am going to sign up for one and DO IT! Not sure I'll ever run a marathon, but I could perhaps do the 1/2 marathon in Evansville next year.....Today is day 2 of week 2 of 5k program. I want to start yoga, but not sure if that will happen today or not. Happy to be making positive progress.
PERSONAL TRANSFORMATION TAKES A LONG TIME AND A LOT OF WORK
Reflecting on the goals I outlined two years ago, I've met them all, even if they weren't exactly at the times I'd predetermined. By the summer of 2007 I was in size 12s and this summer I'm in 8s. I've run two 5k's, a 7k, and a half marathon.
For crying out loud--I have a damn lot to be happy & proud about on the weight loss and fitness front.
There's nothing like remembering where you came from to realize how far you've come.
The past 2 days I've gotten in some decent runs. Wednesday I did 4.5 miles, and to shake things up I ran the first 3 and walked the last 1.5. I haven't walked that far in ages, and I really liked it. I kept my pace quick and pumped my arms, avg. a 14ish walking pace. Then yesterday I did 4 miles total, with a blisteringly fast first mile (9:50--yeah baby!) and then 2 more miles running, and the final mile walking. I feel like I'm working my glutes more by walking quickly, and it's definitely not boring. Maybe it will help keep things fresh.
Wednesday night was horrific on the food front. I must be low on serotonin or something because I've been struggling like mad to keep my spirits on a halfway even keel, even with all the exercise. So I face-dived into massive carbs and had a nice little gain yesterday (157.0). But last night, I kept it together and only had a yogurt cup around 10 p.m., and I was hungry for dairy, not trying to soothe myself. That is a victory, my friends.
Luke starts his new preschool Monday, so we are going to visit the center this afternoon. Then my mom will keep the kiddos while I workout. Probably a weights class, if I can get there by 4:30.
The weekend--not sure what's on tap. Hopefully it will be uneventful and everyone will stay healthy. I plan to run a long one, maybe 8 miles, if there's enough me-time for that. And a visit to the pool is definitely in our sights, as long as it's sunny. It's the 2nd summer in 13 years that I will be semi-comfortable in a bathing suit (thank the fashion gods for skirted bottoms). And that is a huge victory, indeed.