February was a really tough month for me. I battled gaining and losing the same stinking two pounds the entire month. Up one week, down the next, then back up... all month long.
And I was so NOT motivated. I didn't want to go to the gym, and for the most part I didn't. I scheduled an appointment with my personal trainer, Lori, for Friday the 18th. And then fell down the stairs on Tuesday the 15th and sprained my ankle.
Despite the total lack of motivation and sprained ankle, something deep down held it together (don't ask me what, I'm still trying to figure it out!) and I went to the appointment. I have incorporated some of Lori's exercises into my regular "routine" here at home. Tricep dips off the window bench. Standing push ups off the kitchen counter. Leg lifts that seriously make my gluts burn. And some of it is just for the gym. The inner thigh machine, hamstring curls, lat pull downs, rows... but I wasn't going to the gym, so I wasn't doing so much of those.
Then came March. And something clicked. Maybe it was the sunshine. Maybe it was Ali Edward's assignment for One Little Word to do "just One Little Thing" for March. Maybe it was that email from Kai. Whatever it was, I felt hope for the first time in weeks. I decided that my "one little thing" would be to make exercise and creativity a priority in March. Okay, that's TWO things. Yes, I can count. Two BIG things. So sue me. It is where I need to be right now.
And then came today - weigh in day. Let me start by saying, I know that the number on the scale doesn't really matter. And I'm not obsessive about it. At least not usually. But after a month of up and down and up again, I was so nervous about what the scale would say, that I went a bit off the deep end.
I shaved my legs. I trimmed my finger nails. I tinkled. Twice. Hey, water weight you know. Have you ever tried any of these tricks? I would have taken off all my jewelry had I been wearing any. And as I stepped on the scale, I exhaled every ounce of air out of my lungs. And seriously, I know none of this makes a bit of difference. Because my scale weighs in half pound increments, not in ounces.
Measurements are all the same as February's weigh-in, but I am down two pounds from February's weigh in. I didn't reach my goal of the downside of 170, but I am soooooooo close! So stinking close I can taste it.
And as the big 5-0 looms ever closer, I want to give myself a huge gift for my birthday. I want to weigh less than my hubby. The man is disgustingly healthy despite a penchant for chips and cookies. If his weight climbs, he lays off the junk for a few days and is back to where he needs to be. Don't you just hate that? I do! He is a solid 6" taller than me, but weighs in at 165. On my birthday I WILL weigh less than him! Just under three months. I know I can get there.