Yesterday, I turned 43.
Wow! What a mouthful!
I had a great day, too. It started out wonderful because I lost a pound. A whole pound! I was so excited and SO surprised.
I always weigh myself at home before I go to weight watchers each Saturday morning. Last Saturday morning, I weight 169.0 lbs. Yesterday morning, I weighed 169.0. So I was fully expecting a break even or maybe even a slight gain. So I was thoroughly shocked when Barb said I lost a pound! I squealed!! Couldn't believe it!
I had stuck to my eating plan, for the most part. I sprinkled exercise very lightly throughout the week. So I wasn't expecting anything great. I would be satisfied with a break-even.
My husband has renewed his weight loss efforts which is helping me stay focused on my eating and exercising. Although I know I really need to step up my exercise MUCH more than I'm doing now. I'm convinced if I can just workout regularly, the pounds will just fall off. Or at least the inches will fall off. I'm so tired of carrying all this extra skin and flab around. And I know the only way I'm going to get rid of the flappers is to exercise hard. Not just cardio (but I do need to continue doing that too) but hard, muscle aching exercise. I just need to find the will power to do it on a regular basis rather than sporadically and haphazardly.
Where do I find that will power?
I get it for short spurts at a time, but it never stays for long.