After losing 6 pounds last weigh-in, I knew this week’s weigh-in would be a very small loss, at best. Still, I couldn’t help but feel let down when I stepped onto the scale: a loss of 1.2 pounds. That’s it? Seriously? I was disappointed.
The more I thought about it, though, I figured I should be quite happy with that. First, a loss is a loss, and a move in the right direction. Second, I started strength training again this past week, and I typically have a gain the first week I lift weights, something about muscle cells retaining water in response to the new stress on muscle fibers. So I was actually nervous about having a gain this week.
After initially feeling discouraged by the one-pound loss, I wised up and realized that it was a successful week. I am making positive changes and seeing the results, slowly but surely.
Walking into my office this morning, I yanked at my pants and realized I had an impressive gangster sag going on. I noticed the same thing with my jeans yesterday, so I guess I will wander out during lunch today and try to snag some smaller pants. I can’t wait until I’ve lost enough weight to do the first round of cleaning out my closet, making room for smaller sizes!
Sweat & Sparkle 