Twenty pounds, that’s how much I’ve lost in four weeks. Why did it take so long? I haven’t been this “light” for about two years. I don’t understand completely why, but how much I was eating or thought I needed to eat was the reason for my weight being high. I’m learning to eat less while still feeling full, and staying away from things that prevent me from meeting or exceeding my goal.
Going out, and still loving it. Sure, I’ve gone out with my friends for drinks, but I’ve opted for the club soda and lime, diet drink, or my new favorite sugar free red bull (thanks Dos Diablos bar temptress). I call it planning for success. I eat before I go out, and make sure to steer clear of drinking and food. I’ve done well so far, but it’s not been easy. I keep my goal in my mind, and ask myself “do I really want to look like a fool trying to run a half marathon with a fat tire around his waist?” The answer in most cases is NO!
Working out is painful. Yea, I racked up five miles in one day on the treadmill, gone to two weight training classes, and run for more than thirty-five minutes on the treadmill the other days. Four days straight of working out is tough, but not having a gym on the weekend makes it tough to get those days in on Saturday and Sunday. I may need to revisit not having a gym membership if I can’t work in training on the weekends in February.
