This weekend I got some good news (finally) that made me say “holy sh*t” out loud and mean it in a geniuely shocked way.
According to the scale, I’ve lost 12 pounds.
Holy sh*t. I cannot believe it.
Okay, it’s more like 11-12 pounds according to the scale today but still. Damn.
As you may know, at the end of October, I decided to get back on track with my diet and logging calories and actually *try* at the gym. Goodbye beer, vodka and eating anytime I want with portion sizes as big as my head. I have a pretty lofty weight goal for February and at first, I wasn’t seeing a ton of results, even with some other little victories along the way. And on a side note, calorie counting does STILL suck.
But then two weeks ago I went to the doctor and she weighed me and I saw that I was down six pounds. I wasn’t totally thrilled about it but was happy that I was slowly making it to my goal. But then clothes started fitting better (especially my holiday party dress) and after trying on another dress this weekend, I finally noticed a difference.
So I manned up, got back on the scale and stared at the final number for about two minutes. Twelve (okay 11-12) pounds gone. I’m sure it will fluctuate a little because women’s bodies and weights are never consistent, but I am really proud of myself.
And now that it has soaked in, I’m scared out of my mind about regressing and putting it back on. I’m about halfway to my full weight loss goal but as happy as I am, I cannot lose focus, especially with the holidays coming up.
I know this and say this, but for now I’m going to bask in this feeling because I know that all my hard work at the gym, cutting down calories, making Miller Lite my go-to buddy and chopping all those vegetables is actually making a difference.
New movie review: That’s right, there is another new one tonight, the very dark and intriguing Black Swan.