I’m not quite sure exactly what is different this week, but I feel like I finally woke up from a much-too-long sleep. I feel the stirrings of excitement, of change on the horizon, and I am ready to jump into it and get things moving.
I weighed in on Saturday morning, and then simply enjoyed the weekend with my husband and the kids. I didn’t hit the gym, but I got plenty of exercise in the form of yard work, pulling weeds, manual labor, and sweating half to death since it is hotter than Hell here.
I’m going to interrupt this blog post to insert this crisp, refreshing image of fall, so I can wistfully dream of cooler days and chilly evenings:
Actually, that picture makes me want to go trail running, in the fall, with dry leaves crunching under my blinged-out running shoes, sun filtering through branches, nice and cool and beautiful…not 100 degrees and humid and gross, which is all summer is.
Okay, I came here to talk about being excited about the week, but I got derailed griping about summer. Back to happy!
I had many mini-goals I set for myself, goal weights by certain dates and events, that are not going to happen. Not even close. It took a long time for me to wrap my head around that disappointment, but now that I finally have, it’s like I heaved a suffocating boulder off my shoulders and am able to look to the future with new eyes, no longer clouded by regret.
I can set new mini goals. I can still look forward to small successes along the way. I can build up to bigger and better accomplishments. And I can appreciate my effort, and be gentle with myself, and honor how kick-ass it is to never give up!
My goals for this week:
- Log all of my food and drink, Monday through Friday. (I don’t get online enough on weekends to use my online food diary).
- Exercise at least 30 minutes each day.
- Lose at least 2 pounds by Saturday’s weigh-in.
Sweat & Sparkle 