Ooops, I did it again.
I watched The Biggest Loser. And ate. And cried.
What is going on here?
To my (our) credit, H. and I have been walking for two weeks now in the bitter cold a.m. YAY!
Most days I've been tracking my calories...until yesterday. M's bday.
And today, leftover cake day.
Jillian would be mortified.
Bob would forgive me.
The good news is that since Feb 3 I've gotten my weight back down to my "threshold."
Now it's time to crank it up and start going down again.
Without divulging my current weight, let me just say that this number is NOT the one I thought I would get hung up on. I had a couple of major milestones in my head where I knew mentally I might slow down, but this wasn't one of those numbers.
We are planning on going on a small hike on Saturday. A couple of years ago I would have flat out refused. Today I told Harold, as long as it isn't crazy serious hiking.
Why? Because I've hiked and always, always been the last one to come up the hill....breathing heavy, sweaty and completely embarassed. (Once, on my mission in Scotland, when I finally arrived at the top, I was called upon to lead the zone in a song....for realz? I mean, I was 100% embarassed then. The rest of the zone had been there a while, had a while to rest....not me, I looked horrific.)
But today, now, I can at least know that it doesn't matter if I'm last or sweaty, there is no need to be embarassed because I'm gonna do it! If I'm last, I don't care. I'm just gonna do it, because I can.
Anyone out there lost a serious amount of weight, 100 pounds or more? I'd love to sit down with someone like that and pick their brain.