So I've been bitching about only losing a pound a week. This week I lost .2 pounds.
And I am very happy about it.
You see, in the past 2 weeks, we celebrated our 10 year anniversary, my husband's 40th birthday and I had a client picnic.
Lotsa food.
During that same time period I made good choices, had some fun and still managed to lost weight. It didn't feel like I was dieting. It felt like I was done being fat.
Not bad.
When I weighed in, Matt, our group leader, gave me a hug when I was happy about my minimal loss. And I am. Normally I would have thrown in the towel. I'm going on 2 months and have only lost 7 pounds. And I'm still not quitting. You know what? In a year it's going to be 40-50 pounds. Heck, by my birthday in January, it will be 15-20 pounds.
I went to Zumba today and overdid it a bit. I'm starting to learn the moves and may have been slightly overly enthusiastic. Everyone says it works "your core." I don't have a core. I have an ooey gooey center.
Saturday I'm adding spin back into my life. Wish me luck on that....
Nothing funny. Nothing witty. I'm just trucking along. Doing my thing. Losing a few pounds along the way.
It sounds to me like you're living your real life while losing some weight. That's a good indicator of permanent change - a very good thing.
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