I got on the scale today, just as I’ve been doing every Saturday since the beginning of the New Year. And you know what? It gave me good news again.
I hesitate to say this out loud. I sure as hell don’t want to jinx it again. But I’m down 5.5 pounds.
That’s one-sixth of the way to my goal. The one that will put me right smack at my happy weight.
I think this time I can do it. I really do.
I’m not doing anything fancy. No counting points. No gym memberships. Just using this app I found called LoseIt, moving my bod, and giving myself a mental slap every time I reach for the chocolate.
It’s slow going. And hard work.
think know this time I can do it.
There’s a little girl who needs me to be around for another 60 years or so. And I intend to be there.
Who’s with me?
Oh, that dang scale. Sometimes it’s my worst enemy and sometimes it’s my best friend. Right now, it’s status could best be described as “frenemy.” Its numbers aren’t dropping, but they’re not rising either. They’re just…there. Taunting me.
But you know what? I really don’t have the energy to care.
Life is kicking my butt right now. I’m still sick. I have the usual mountain of ridiculous deadlines to meet. And my house? Well, let’s just say I wish there was something called “get your shit together leave.” So, you know, you could take a few weeks off to take care of business.
But since this is the real world, no such thing is forthcoming. So instead, I continue to drag my exhausted ass from Point A to Point B, hoping not to cause any more chaos than absolutely necessary as I go.
I’m sure eventually I’ll remember what it feels like to be healthy. And rested. But until then? I don’t feel like battling the scale.
This week, the scale gave me a Valentine’s Day present – it told me I’m down a pound. Which, considering the amount of food I consumed last weekend, I’m calling a major victory.
Generally speaking, I had a pretty good week (after the weekend, that is). I only ate one meal of junk food (sometimes, a craving for Penn Station can not be denied). And before indulging, I checked Calorie King for a healthy (okay, healthier) option. So, I think I can pat myself on the back for that one.
As a side note, have I mentioned how much I love my iPod Touch? That little doodad has an app for everything – calorie counting, nutrition values, you name it. The only thing better would be an iPhone, but until Verizon has one, my iPod will have to do.
Anywho, now that I’m making progress with the food thing, it’s time to get serious about exercise. So, as I mentioned on Wednesday, I signed up for a 5K. If that doesn’t get me motivated, nothing will. Well that, and the knowledge that I’ve got a beach vacation scheduled. I’d like to be able to rock something like this:
Hey, a girl can dream, right?