Sixlets on the Counter

This is my fourth week of consistently exercising.  I am doing the Turbo Fire program and I LOVE it.  It's hard for me, but I need something that is hard. I've lost count of how long it's been since I've had a diet coke, or any soda for that matter.  Since having my kidney problems in January, I haven't had any candy during the week, and hardly any on the weekend.  I still enjoy a good cookie.  Come to think of it, I haven't had any ice cream for a really long time too.  My green smoothy at 3pm has helped my sweet tooth craving and gets me through till dinner.  This past Sunday I grabbed a sixlet after choir.  I didn't eat it and it's still sitting on my counter, staring at me.  It has no pull on me though, amazing.  Sixlets are one of my most most favorite candies.  I have many, but they are at the top of the list.  In addition to this, this is my second week without eating out at all.  I usually eat out at least twice a week for lunch.

Despite these triumphs in my life, I have not lost a single pound.  I could be discouraged by this.  But the way I feel compared to how I felt in December is phenomenal.  I think my hair has even stopped falling out, or at least it's not falling out as much as it use to.  I'm not turning back to my old life.  I was sad, sometimes depressed, felt sluggish, sick, and fat.  Now, I am happier, feel great, have energy to get things done, have a desire to look nice, and just enjoy living.  Why would I want to change that.  If I don't lose weight, that's okay.  I know that the changes that I am making are making a difference in other areas of my life.  I just need to accept my body for what it is, buy new clothes and move forward with new goals and desires.  It would be nice to lose some weight so I can move even better when it comes to running, hiking, gardening, and keeping up with the kids.  If the weight is going to come off, it will.  But if it doesn't, I think I've come to terms with that.  And I'm okay.  The number on the scale doesn't define who I am or how I feel(to some degree).  It's just a number.

I did get on the scale last friday and was disappointed to see a 2lb weight gain.  I had counted my calories and didn't eat over 1550, and I also monitored how many calories I burned.  I had a great week.  But it didn't translate on the scale.  Hence, my submission to being the way I am.

Plugging along

I know I haven't written in a few weeks.  I am still going strong drinking 2 green smoothies a day.  It has helped me tremendously in my calorie counting and curbing my sweet tooth at 3pm.   Two weeks ago I finally stepped on the scale and it was 7lbs lighter then when I stepped on it 6 months ago.  A week later I stepped back on the scale and had lost 3lbs.  I was shocked to say the least.  I have plugged on this week hoping that I would be able to pull off a 1lb weight loss. I attribute my 3lb weight loss to menstrual cycle.  But I'll take it.  I have kept close track of my calories consumed, and calories burned at myfitnesspal.com. I love this site.  It's super easy to use.  I have worked out every day this week and plan on working out extra hard tomorrow.

I don't struggle so much on the weekends as I use to.  I want so badly to shed lbs to gain a healthier body.  I give in a little more on the weekends just so I don't get out of control during the week.  I'll let you know how that is working out for me.  If I don't start losing weight, I'm going to have to start getting strict on the weekends as well, which I hope doesn't have to happen.  I want to be able to make changes that can be permanent and stay with me for the rest of my life. I realize that I might have to be a bit more strict with myself to lose weight, but I hope what I am doing shows some results.  Losing weight is numbers in and numbers out, right?

I am stepping on the scale tomorrow morning.  With that in mind, I am going to be extra careful tonight.  I have an awards banquet to attend.  I have just 6-700 calories left today.  I can do this.