I have finally gotten back to exercise! 3 - 4 times a week for the past few weeks, about 2 miles each day with Leslie Sansone. It's a start, a good start and I'm pleased.
I can already see my legs shaping up again (as much as these tree stumps can). I have enormous legs, always have, always will. It's just a matter if they are jumbo and jiggley or massive and muscular. And since I love m&m's I'll shoot for the latter :)
My eating however, although improved still has far to go. I'm finding on the days that I exercise that my appetite goes through the roof. I would totally understand if I were training for a marathon, but for 2 miles it really shouldn't make much of a difference. Still for the most part my choices are improving.
The hubs put the scale away some weeks back and at this point I'm leaving it there. I think in another week or so I'll pull the
Looking back at pictures from last summer and fall while I was still on track I'm a little surprised at what I see. I must stress, what I see. I was eating well, exercising and the scale was going down yet as I look at the photos the words that go through my head are 'Man, even with 40 pounds gone look at how fat you still are!' Wow! How sad.
I can recongnize that I look happy and I see health when I look into the face on the pictures; but the body... ugh! And yet here I am with some of those pounds lost found again. I battle in my mind how hard it was to lose that weight and yet I was (am) still so big. I'm struggling to remind myself that my body just wasn't designed to be a small designer size, but it certainly was designed to be healthy and that's what I need to focus on. Health not number (scale or clothes tag).
Hoping to keep my focus on health without worring about where that puts me on the number wheel at this time. Sometimes I think the biggest battle I have is the image in my head, not the number on the scale.