A co-worker recently told me, “You are getting so skinny!” Well, I wouldn’t exactly call myself skinny, but I know what she means. It’s pretty obvious now that I have lost a good bit of weight. In fact, I am thinking that 20 more pounds to reach the weight goal I had set for myself may be too much. I will evaluate how I look and feel after 10 pounds instead.
Over the weekend, I tried on my goal-weight jeans again. I can button and zip them, but they are uncomfortably snug and definitely don’t officially fit again just yet, despite my husband’s insistence that they fit perfectly, ha ha. Nope, not into the skin-tight pants look!
At first I was very disappointed at weigh-in Saturday morning. I only dropped eight-tenths of a pound. All that hard work for that? Are you freakin’ serious?
Then I remembered that I lost over 4 pounds last week. It seems to be the pattern, a big loss followed by a very small one, like my body’s attempt to even things out. And when I griped about it, my husband was quick to point out, “It was a loss!” He added, “You have lost a lot of weight. It’s going to get slower now.”
I decided not to wait until I have hit goal weight to start cleaning out and organizing. I will hold off on the closet, but I decided to choose one small area at a time and organize the hell out of it. I started this weekend with my husband’s and my bathroom. I emptied everything: we’re talking drawers, under the sink, medicine cabinet. I cleaned every surface with disinfecting wipes, then went one by one, putting things back or tossing them.
Now we have a sparkling, orderly, very organized bathroom. I will hit the laundry room and storage shelves next. By the time I reach goal weight and start my dresser and closet, I will be an old pro!
Sweat & Sparkle 