Last week I hit a fitness milestone. I completed the Shred Level I for the 30th time. It involved much sweating and grumbling but I did it. Oh and we won’t talk about how long it took me to do it 30 times. I didn’t say 30 consecutive times. Ahem.
We have digital scales (thank GOD they do not talk or they’d long been tossed in a fit of PMS-fueled anger) that we bought almost exactly two years ago after a beach vacation. Something about walking around in our bathing suits for a week compelled us to make this purchase. I am now officially 5 pounds over the 5 pounds I wanted to lose when we purchased our digital scales in May 2008.
So much for will power!
This means I need to lose 10 pounds, for those of you mathematically challenged like me. Not a big number, but damn if this isn’t difficult. I’m looking at YOU leftover Easter candy.
Considering I am 40, hate to exercise, love to eat and drink, and have a desk job that involves exemplary skills in chair warming, I’m thankful I don’t need to lose even more weight. I actually tried to gain weight when I hit puberty. I think at my peak of skinny girl singleness in my mid-20s I weighed 107 pounds.
Uh, now? 107 is a radio station, not a weight range I recall seeing in 15 years or so.
Still, there is a pair of size 4 Old Navy capri jeans hanging in my closet and mocking me. I bought them the summer after I had Miss A in 2005 when I managed to get down to 113 pounds (yea) and had no problems at all getting into them. I can’t bring myself to donate them to Goodwill because I think I can squeeze into them again. Seriously, someone invent a pill that mimics the calories your body burns while lactating. You’ll be a millionaire.
I’m not lactating (you’re welcome) so I’m trying to exercise more. In addition to the Shred DVD I’m trying to walk every chance I get. Sometimes the hubby will meet me at lunch at my office and we’ll walk on a trail at a local park. I’m trying to drink more water. I’m taking the steps at work. I’m avoiding fast food. I’m just trying to make smarter choices, although I’m not really officially on any type of diet. I’m also painfully aware that what I say in front of my girls sticks with them as Miss C recently looked at herself in the mirror and asked me if her butt was getting big. No I am not kidding, unfortunately. SOOOOO no more “diet” talk or “Gawd I’ve got to lose weight” talk from me. I do talk about staying in shape or working out or being fit, which is much more positive language.
I have lost two pounds this year and I’m certain I’ve lost some inches, although I’m lazy and have not taken measurements. I still see extra weight in my face in recent pictures, though, and I’m not happy about that.
I do see some definition in my waistline for the first time in a long time and that makes me pretty happy.
I’d love to lose another 2 pounds by the time is school is out May 27, also known as Come To Jesus Meeting With My Tankini Day since outdoor pools open Memorial Day weekend.
Baby steps people.
Baby steps AWAY from the bread basket.
And don’t you love how I’ve managed to avoid telling you exactly what exactly I currently weigh throughout this entire post?