Well it’s been about 6 days since my last post, and I’m down to 157.2 as of this morning. That’s a little over 2 pounds lost in 6 days. I guess when I look at it that way, it’s pretty good. Instead, I tend to look at the scale every morning and see 159.8, 158.3, 157.6, 158.9, 159.1, 157.2. That up and down nonsense drives me crazy, and not in a cool 90’s Brittany Spears way either!
This last 7ish pounds to lose is challenging my patience in ways my doctorate degree did not. At least with my degree, I didn’t really have much control over other people signing things off on time, and I could scream in frustration and be mad at other people. This…well, this is all me. I’m doing pretty darn good at making sure I either run 1.5 miles with a 1 mile walk after or run/walk 5 miles 6 out of 7 days a week. Last night, I ran 1.5 miles and walked another mile. I also did weights for my arm strength (since pushups STILL suck the life out of me) and some waist training (crunches, donkey kicks, butterfly kicks, leg lifts, planks). It’s hilarious when my 3 year-old decides to try doing these exercises. He LOVES to run and “work out” with mommy. Sometimes, I gotta give him credit for pushing me to do more than I had intended. Example: Last night I did 50 crunches with my legs up and crossed and reaching across (I have no idea of the official name of this exercise). My little guy gets down beside me and he wants to do it too. Ok cool. Then he says, “Mommy, now we can do it together until I say we’re done”. Ummmmm ok. Yeah about 50 more later he finally decides WE are done. I might be a bit embarrassed to admit the 3 year-old got more out of me than the little motivational voice in my head. Maybe I need to let him “coach” me more often.
So…I am making progress. Very.Slow.Progress. I’m still holding out hope for a July 1st goal success date. We will see…7 pounds to go.