That which does not kill us...

...makes us stronger, or at the very least clinically insane. My long journey through infertility, adoption (and now parenting), and weight loss.

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one!' - C.S. Lewis

5/10/2005

Weigh in (late, I know)

The official weigh in for Sunday was 197. And it has been holding steady ever since. I think that I am starting to check the scales almost dail. I figure it is because
1) I really still don’t believe that I am seeing a number under 200, or
2) that I am moving to a new phase of obsession over this weight loss and getting fit thing, or
3) that I really want to know how daily activity and food choices impact the scale.

I don’t really like checking daily. Sure, for now it is great. I don’t see a lot of fluctuation and the number is steadily moving down. But what happens when that is no longer the case. I don’t want to create the bad habit now and then regret it later.

I made a few other small purchases to add to my fitness arsenal this weekend. I got a pilates ball (I think that is what they are called) and the 2004 T@e-bo DVD’s with foundation, energy, strength, and power. I tried the foundation on Sunday night and it went as well as can be expected. I really didn’t think that I was unusually uncoordinated, but between him always starting with the left, calling out the wrong direction and me working on carpeting; it didn’t go all that well. I jumped right in, however on Monday, to the energy workout. Not too bad, but I still do NOT get the difference between 2 of the kicks. Argh. I am sure that if I videotaped myself, I would look like an injured bird or Elaine from Seinfeld dancing.

I also tried out the ball thing since it came with a poster full of exercise options. I’ll have to keep working on that one too. I need to just practice until I comfortable with the fact that the thing isn’t going to explode while I am beached on it. And yes, I feel like a beached whale when I plop on this thing. And my dog truly, utterly hates it.

Eating is going ok. Not the best couple of weeks ever, but not the worst either. I am planning to revise my goals though. I think that my first goal of 29 pounds in four months was aggressive, but now I have until Labor day to get from 197 to 185. I think that may be too easy for me and might sap my motivation. I may try for 180 by Labor day. What do you guys think?

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