I was all set to write my weigh-in post last night after work and then my computer power cord decided to completely die. It’s been on its way to dying for a while now, and I’ve been putting it off because replacing it costs way more money than I’d like to fork over.
So, right now, I’m at my parents’ house, on their desktop, with a funky monitor, typing out my weigh in post.
I did weigh-in yesterday. (That’s why my title is “A Day Late. Sort of.”) I’m back down to 147. Yes. Notice I said back down. Here’s what happened.
I went on vacation. Strike #1. I come back from vacation to nasty weather and my allergies decide to give me hell. Strike #2 Because I was all snotty, I just could NOT drink water. I just couldn’t. And I’m the type of person that if I don’t drink a lot of water, I hold onto weight like nobody’s business. Strike#3.
SO. This week, I’ve felt much better. I’ve been able to drink water, and I did well with eating. So, I feel good.
I only logged 3 miles and that was on Saturday. Every other day the weather has been crappy, and I haven’t been able to bring myself to head to our gym at work yet. But I’m going to. I promise. I have gotten a few work outs in though.
Another note: this Saturday is the last tailgate of the season, and I will be going. I’m going to TRY to be good, but you know how that goes. And I really don’t have to worry about Thanksgiving, my grandmother cooks healthily no matter what day of the year it is. Even though I know that’s a good thing, I’m kinda bummed. ;oP
Also, (man I’m just a chatterbox today, huh?) who watched the Biggest Loser this week? I LOVE the makeover episode. You really get to see how far they’ve come in changing their lives.
I’ve done a lot of thinking about how much my life has changed in the past two years. I was overweight, unhappy, unhealthy, unhappy, overweight, and unhappy. I didn’t know how bad I felt physically until I lost around 40 lbs.
While I have bought myself some new clothes (out of pure need), I haven’t really done the whole makeover thing yet except for I decided to rock short hair.
I think the more important makeover that I’ve had in the past few years is I’ve madeover my soul. I learned that I wasn’t unhappy because I was overweight, but I was overweight because I was unhappy. (I know I’ve said this before.) And in fixing my outside, I learned I needed to fix my inside, and while that something that I will have to work on forever, I feel like a different person. A new person. What I’ve noticed is that I’m calmer, happier, and even when I do get mad, it doesn’t take me as long to get back to calm. And I think it shows.
And with that, I’m done rambling. Carry on. ;o)