Mini Goal ACHEIVED!

Last week was a bit of a bummer- I was so busy and so drawn out that I decided to treat myself- all the while I was in PMS mode. These things are bad enough separately, but together, they do not bode well on the scale!

I weighed myself last Monday, and gained two pounds. Weighed myself again Friday (which I usually don't do unless I gain- just to keep myself on track for the weekends), and gained another pound. The first gain I can attribute to womanly stuff, but the second gain was definitely when I treated myself to a cheesesteak and a slice of pizza. Sometimes you just have to have what you crave, even if you know you'll pay for it later!

So, before the weekend even started I had a three pound gain. All I planned on doing was behaving myself and making sure I didn't underfeed my body or pig out out of rebellion. Not eating enough (or too much) can also mess up your metabolism, so I just let things be and started listening to my body again. 

This week is a walking week, and the first time I've done any serious walking in almost a month! Two weeks ago I had setbacks in my schedule or the weather, so I not only didn't get gym time, but the only walking I did was to and from the school for my daughter. It wasn't bad, but I didn't get in what I should have, when everything was said and done. 

God has a very good sense of humor, and decided to let my daughter forget a few things she needed for class, right when we were on the last leg of the journey to school this morning. I don't normally go back and fetch things for my kids (letting them learn about consequences), but today I did- she's been very good at remembering, and I wanted to give her a break. So one more trip back and forth to school, adding another mile to my tally.

I was hurting before I was even half way to the gym. My hips hate me.

The important thing is, I did go to the gym. I even did my workout. Slowly, but I did it. Then I sat for a few minutes before heading home. By the end of the day, I'll have logged in a whopping five miles.

That. Is. AWESOME!

But wait- there's more!

Remember the weekend? I did everything I could to lighten myself before I stepped on the scale- and if you've ever tried to lose weight, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you could be lighter by breathing helium, you would- and so would I. After doing all I could over the weekend and at the gym, I braced myself and stepped on the scale.

Part of me wondered if the scale was off kilter. Part of me wondered if I was reading the numbers right. But when I stepped on the scale again, it was the same number.

Two. Nine. Zero. 290. I not only lost the three pounds, but got to my first mini-goal. I had lost a total of thirty pounds. I'd almost cried, I was so happy!

I got a high five from the gym manager, and kudos from the other people who were exercising. I'd left with a feeling of great accomplishment- even the walk home was a lot more pleasant! My hips didn't seem to hurt as much, and here I am, resting and sharing the triumph!

I'm beginning to see life as a big roller coaster ride- but instead of being scared, I'm starting to enjoy the ride!

Keep those chins up!