I haven't been posting much lately, because I haven't really been up to it. I'm becoming disillusioned again by this whole thing. I haven't been eating like I should. I've probably eaten an average of 24-28 points a day (I'm only supposed to have 22). I ate all my flex points before the weekend was up. I haven't exercised to speak of. I did two "aerobic" workouts from FitTV on demand. Both were very fluffy and less-than exciting. I'll bet I burned 100 calories each time I worked out.
It's been WAY too cold here to run. Each morning was between 30-35 degrees. I can't work out at the gym without hubby going (his membership, me his guest). So I really didn't have any activity points to add to my overages each day.
I've felt good with myself this week, though. I'm not happy about my weight loss, or rather my lack of weigh loss, but with myself, I'm okay.
I put on a pair of pants today that were WAY too huge on me, but they're the only ones that are "casual" that I could wear to the office and so I had to pull out a belt to help keep them up. The only belts I have are my size 26 belts. Being as I'm probably about a size 12, now, the holes were way too far out. I had to punch a new hole. Funny thing was, it was about 10 inches from the last hole I used when I was a fattie. I have to find a ruler or tape measure and measure the exact distance between the two holes.
Whatever it ended up being, it was WAY to huge of a belt. But I wore it anyways and showed it off to everyone I could at work.
I was proud of my big fat belt. It wrapped all the way around my waist and I had to tuck in into itself in the back.
It's things like that, that make me remember why I'm doing all of this.
I really couldn't believe that belt really ever fit me. But the evidence was in the stretched out hole that was 10 inches away from the new hole I punched this morning.