I woke up today with the dreaded feeling knowing that I had to go back to Summer School this morning and that I needed to weigh. I do not normally "dread" a weigh in but I know over the past week and half I have finally gotten my appetite back and it's back with a vengeance! On top of that I don't get any cardio anymore since I am still recovering and my only workouts are at physical therapy (though they are tough). I couldn't help but think that the number would be up a pound or two or three. So I stepped on and a number popped up and I was so skeptical that I stepped back off the scale, turned it off then back on, and stepped on again. The number was still the same!! 178.8! What? In the 170's... AGAIN. Now we all know that the 170's dangle in front of me from time to time and that I can never quite stay in them for more than a week or two, but this time it feels different. I feel like I got here by some weird chance (or the fact I have no muscle in my left leg and that has helped me) and that I can fight to stay here and lose even more.
When I went to bed last night I had already decided that I was starting back with counting my points and that I was getting rid of the jar of Nutella in my pantry. I bought the big jar of Nutella the other day in a moment of weakness as I was wandering the isles at Publix and thought that I could handle it now. UMmmm no. It must go! I read on It Sux to be Fat last week that I need to FIGHT every battle at the grocery store. Jenn made an excellent point saying that it's easier to say no one time in the grocery store than 100 times at home. Weighing in this morning back in the 170's made it so much easier to get back on track. I don't feel so much like I'm starting over and having to back track to lose whatever poundage I had gained since surgery.
I did venture out to Planet Fitness the other day and I was so surprised at how down it made me feel in the first few minutes. I thought I would be so happy just being in there and working out, but to the contrary I was sad because I couldn't just run and jump on the treadmill and pound out a few miles. I had to work slowly and carefully. I did all the things I do at physical therapy and 10 minutes on the elliptical (which turned out to the highlight of my time in there) and by the end I felt much better. Being sad about not running made me realize what an athlete and gym lover I really have become during this journey.
Have you noticed yourself loving something that you never thought you would on your weight-loss journey?
Monday, July 8, 2013
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