This is not at all my normal kind of post, and it's certainly not what I've been mulling around for the last week, but today is a day worth noting. Just stepped on the scale - 139.8 (I totally wish I could make that flash in neon colors). Honestly, I had completely surrendered to my weight gain last fall. I even gave away this adorable red winter coat that I absolutely loved, but knew there was no way it would ever fit again.
Steph, I don't want it back... I'll just be forced now to buy another one. Ooooh - we can be twins.
When I registered for my triathlon last summer, I considered the Athena division for women over 155. Right now I'm shaking my head at myself as, aloud, I'd questioned: "Does anyone my age weigh under 155?" I had surrendered and, still being fairly slender and within my normal healthy weight range, I assumed that the older we get, the heavier we weigh.
When I impulsively started this weight loss journey on March 1, I weighed in at 161. Pinch me! I'm down 21.5 pounds and the shorts I'm wearing are completely falling off of me! Back to school shopping is going to be really special this year... Mama gets some new clothes too - only, opposite the children, mine will be smaller and not BIGGER.
Cori, thanks for casually complaining about the diet you were on... Your complaining prompted our life change.
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