Progress, baby!

My progress may not me the same as yours, and that's okay.  Progress is the goal.  Consistency is key.

I am sore and hate every second of it, but am walking on air!  Another three pounds, gone!  Another few inches, gone!  While my official measurement day is a week away, I decided to take a peek.  After this past few days of pain, I needed something to make me feel like the work is paying off.  It's paying, baby! 

Clean eating + working as hard as I can = progress.  My progress may not me the same as yours, and that's okay.  Progress is the goal.  Consistency is key.   It took me a long, long time to learn that.  It finally clicked and things are moving in the right direction.

I will get through this.  I will continue to work within safe parameters while working hard.  I will continue to get stronger.  I will continue down this path.

Here's to finding the path that is yours.  And finding success on it.

Until next time, peace.  

Two weeks into 2009

So far, so good! I'm down a few pounds and inches, learned to hate my pedometer, and discovered that I'm faster than I thought.

I'm at 231. Not a big loss, really, but a big loss to me. Six pounds down since I started paying closer attention to how I eat and went back to my veggie ways.

Didn't I mention that I backslid? Yes, I ate meat a few times after Christmas. All kinds of meat including a meat lover's pizza. I felt just heavy and oily. I know I didn't always choose the leanest cuts of meat, but even when I did I felt heavy. You know how it feels when you've eaten too much bread? Bloated and overstuffed? I felt like that when I ate meat, no matter how balanced my meals.

I cut all meat out starting last Saturday and have felt so much better since. Yay veggie!

On to the pedometer and my walking speed. I started taking laps around the neighborhood in either the morning after seeing DD off to school or afternoon. I took my pedometer with me once so I could measure the distance. My pedometer read 1/4 mile. Well, this evening we drove around the neighborhood so we could check the reading. It was .7 mile. I took 2 laps in 20 minutes the other day - the only time I've remembered to time myself. I thoguht I was dragging horribly, but today I discovered that I wasn't. I feel a lot better about my semi-broken body now.

Speaking of, I've been punching, kicking, squatting, and shaking my butt on a regular basis. It feels good, but it's still cardio - which I hate. Deeply, truly, passionately hate. But, as long as hubby gets on my nerves, I can picture his face as my target.

Before you get all out of whack, I'm not going to really hit him. I'm not violent. I just have a semi-violent imagination at times. It's healthy.

I will reach my goals, dangit, and have already reached one - I can wear more of the gorgeous tops I bought in size 18-20! That is a big deal to me and I am celebrating. A few weeks ago I couldn't do that.

Every inch and pound loss is worth celebrating. Every (refillable) bottle of water finished is worth celebrating. Every day I eat well is worth celebrating.

Be well.