Fickle
Hoo boy, what a difference in feeling about a weight I have on the way down rather than on the way up. This morning I was 179, and it fluttered just briefly on 178.5 before settling there. I'm going to the gym tonight to do my couch to 5K run, the last workout of Week 3 (I'm scared of Week 4, which is a huge jump in actual running time), so maybe tomorrow the 178.5 will stick.
I was thinking this morning about these weights and how, back when I was still trying to lose and weighed 15 pounds less than I am now and was mad because I wasn't losing more, that 179 would have been anathema to me, and now here I am happy to see it.
In general, I'm trying not to think about where I was when I decided I was going to stop trying to lose weight. And I'm trying not to think too much about how far I have to go to get to where I want to be. Just one day at a time.
I was thinking this morning about these weights and how, back when I was still trying to lose and weighed 15 pounds less than I am now and was mad because I wasn't losing more, that 179 would have been anathema to me, and now here I am happy to see it.
In general, I'm trying not to think about where I was when I decided I was going to stop trying to lose weight. And I'm trying not to think too much about how far I have to go to get to where I want to be. Just one day at a time.
posted by LME at 10:56 AM
2 Comments:
While you're trying not to think about where you've been and where you're going, remember that we're right there with you.
It sure does make things easier knowing y'all are around, Debbi.
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