Weigh Day #1, and as always, I was having an internal anxiety attack. I was wishing I wouldn't have eaten this or that, or drank so much water today, blah, blah, blah. When I got on the scale, I closed my eyes and said a prayer to Jesus. Not so much a prayer to lose weight ( I pray for that almost hourly) but rather to not have a meltdown if I didn't lose, or worse yet GAINED. Now, I know, I shouldn't worry about the number, but I am paying for this and a damn well better at least loose a few pounds. Especially since I have cut back to nearly no carbs and only 2 diet cokes a day. When I went back to my seat to look at my "numbers", my heart was racing so quickly and my breathing was just as if I had completed back to back boot camps. OK, when I finally had the courage to look, I had lost just under 6 pounds. Yes friends, I said LOST. Amen, hallelujah, praise Jesus. Now, I know that there will not be this kind of loss every week. . .wouldn't that be awesome if I did, but it was total motivation to keep on keepin' on. I must say that the English muffin and peanut butter made out of only peanuts-NOTHING ELSE tasted like a big piece of heaven washed down with a diet coke, which is the nectar of the Gods to me.
So tomorrow is a new day in my new life. I am planning to walk while my daughter dances, boot camp Wednesday and Friday, and then something on the other days. I did a 5K this past weekend, and while I did not run it (maybe 100 yards) I finished and felt as if I pushed myself the entire time. I would like to have done better with my time, but I am doing another 5K in a few weeks, and hopefully I can cut off a few seconds.
Keep on keepin' on to health and fitness. Until next time. . .
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