I am very overweight. I could yammer on for hours about the whys and hows and whatevers, but let’s just leave it with that.
This is me (last Thursday):
6 weeks ago I started, with the encouragement of my Hubby and the help (in the form of showing up and expecting me to show up!) of my friend Michele, working out at the YMCA in DeKalb, IL. I started by going M-W-F. I’m now up to going 5 days a week. I’ve pretty much stuck to the fitness center, but I hope to add swimming to my routine soon!
I didn’t weight myself when I first started. I kinda didn’t want to know. But about 2 weeks in I decided that I should really know where I started, if only to measure how far I’ve come :) So I bought a scale (really nice Biggest Loser digital scale). I weighed myself on July 4.
I’m not going to tell you what it said. Maybe someday I can do that, but not right now. It’s enough to say that I cried the whole rest of the day. And became really, really determined that I would never see a scale say that about me again. I also decided that I would have “official” weigh-ins once a month.
Well, today is August 4. One month after that fateful “stepping on the scale” incident.
I’ve lost 9.8 pounds.
I’ve also noticed some other changes:
1. I sleep better
2. my heart recovers from physical activity a lot faster
3. my skin is clearing up
4. I don’t really want to eat junk food anymore. I mean, what’s the point of working out for an hour, then coming home to eat a bag of cheese puffs?
I’ll keep you posted. Next up- September 4!