It's that time again, and I made it on time.
Well, this week was sort of a let down. I got right back on track (as evidenced by my half training update) and unfortunately lost nothing this week. I haven't been eating wonderfully, but I've been counting calories and eating tons of water. I'm not overly bummed though. Why? Well, I've made this more of a lifestyle change. I like to chart/blog my progress not because this is a "diet," but because it's encouraging to see my progress. I still eat a lot of what I want, while being conscious of the calories I put in my body. I'm aware that on days that I do not work out, I often eat over my recommended daily caloric intake. I know that if I want to stay at a "happy" weight, being active will be a necessity for a lifetime. That being said, I've been consistently running since April. That's probably the longest I've ever stuck with running or working out. I've been less consistent with counting calories to actually lose weight, but that activity saved me. I feel confident saying that I have made a lifestyle change.
Now what is my "happy" weight? Well ideally, I'd love to be down to 120 (which is healthy for my 5'2" stature) with 115 being the ultimate fantasy. I think that ideal has changed over the past few months. After losing some weight and being active on a regular basis, I feel way more confident and comfortable in my skin. I like wearing shorts and skirts a bit shorter. I don't mind going out in a bikini. I don't necessarily mind taking off my shirt and looking at myself in the mirror. I'm proud of the athletic (yes, ATHLETIC!) girl I have become. I flaunt the fact that I call myself a runner. I'm proud and feel superior telling people I'm running a half marathon. I don't love every part of me and will continue to work to get down to that original "happy" weight. I have been a size 10 for as long as I can remember. Back in Georgia two years ago, it was a lose 10, and barely an 8 in some items. When I went shopping (like really shopping and trying on a lot) last weekend, I picked up 10s. They were WAY TOO BIG. I fit into 8s and even some 6s. Honestly, this almost makes me cry talking about it. I certainly can't remember the last time I fit into a 6. While the pounds lost doesn't sound like a lot in my head, the clothes say it all. I got a major boost of self-confidence and it spurred me to work hard all week to get more results. Even though I didn't see those results, I know what works and I'll keep up this lifestyle!
Ps. Sorry this is so wordy! These posts are mainly for me but if you read through...thanks!
PPs. Wow. I am dying for a massage. I haven't gotten one since I started running and I can tell there are knots galore in my body!