I smiled and said, “I don’t know, what is it?”
He patted my hip. “Is it bone? Or muscle? Flex.”
“It’s both. Wow. Good job, honey!”
It was a good moment. A very good moment.
I weighed in at Lindora today to discover I’m two pounds down from last week. Yey! I was only slightly discouraged when I did the math and thought to myself, “well, only 60 pounds to go.” Sigh.
I’m plugging away, slow and steady. I’m not being legalistic about my food. I’m having off-program meals 3-4 times a week, and combined with working out at the gym 4-5 times a week, I am steadily dropping the weight.
These are inspiring numbers when I sit back and look at them objectively.
- 15 weeks.
- 35 pounds gone.
- That’s an average of 2.33 lbs per week.
- I weigh 190 pounds.
- I am 37% of the way toward my goal.
- 130 pounds, here I come.
It’s a war I’m fighting. More about that in my next post.