One Step Closer to the Thin Gal... Meaning It's Weigh-In Day

Wow... I can't believe it's only been one week since I decided to completely start my journey over and finally find the Thin Gal that's dying to come out of me.

It's been a long week.

An amazing week.

This week, I have done things I haven't done in months.  Years even.

In a matter of seven days, I've walked 10.5 miles.  Actually, I did those 10.5 miles over the course of three days.  I've worked out five days, averaging more than an hour of work-out time on each of those days.  I've lifted weights that made my muscles burn and ache.  I've pushed myself beyond my comfort zone, to the point of having to suck up the pain to get me through.

In a matter of seven days, I've turned myself off of junk food and binge eating.  I've been maintaining making myself eat less than 20% of processed foods - and avoiding sugar like it's the plague.  Not perfectly, but much more consciously.  I've been drinking water like it's the only drink available on the earth. 

And I admit, I've stood on the scales a couple of times this week and been a little disappointed with what it had to say.  Up until this morning, the last time I stood on the scale was Thursday - and the scale was still holding on too close to my starting weight:  254lbs.

Yesterday, I thought about that number when I decided to skip the gym and go for a long walk instead.  The work-out that I was supposed to do at the gym yesterday consisted of a 12 minute ab work-out (6 minutes of various crunches and 6 minutes of stretches) and 25-35 minutes on the elliptical.  That wasn't enough for me.

Sure, I could have gone to the gym and just stayed on the elliptical longer - while watching some mindless TV show - but my head just wasn't in it.  The weather was beautiful outside...and I knew where I had to be.

So, I went out and started walking.

A few minutes in, I started to hear the rumbles of thunder off in the distance.  I wondered if I should turn back - but then I was more excited about being able to walk in the rain...and figured I'd take my chance if a storm should pop up.  But, it never did.  Didn't even rain.. but it's OK.  The cloudy and cooler weather made it so much more enjoyable.

A couple of miles in, I just wasn't feeling as challenged as I did a week ago.  I needed something more.  So, I took a quick side street - where I knew there were some KILLER hills.  I needed the extra push, and I got it.  It took me a little longer to go 3.6 miles - but the burn my legs were feeling was much better than the satisfaction that comes from a fast pace.

I got home feeling good about the walk - and a little more optimistic about standing on the scale for my weigh-in this morning.

Oh, I bet you're wondering about that...right?  It is weigh-in day.  How exactly did I do this week?

Well, last week, I weighed in at 254.6lbs.
This morning, I weighed 252.4lbs.

That's a loss of 2.2lbs.

I was pushing for 3lbs lost... but I'll take the 2.2lbs with a big smile on my face, and success in my heart.

I'm moving in the right direction for the first time in way too long - and it feels fantastic.

I've enjoyed my time this week... pushing myself, retraining myself.  The feeling that working out and eating right gives me was something I'd forgotten - but, now I remember why I loved that feeling so much.  And wonder why I ever wanted to let it go.

I have more energy.  I have more strength.  And I truly, already feel better about the way I look and present myself.

Week one was a definite success... but it's just the beginning.  There's PLENTY more where that came from.

Till next time. ;)

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