Down 1 pound.
You really don't want to know how many times I re-weighed myself today. Mainly because I wanted to challenge the scale. One pound? I stay on track all week and lose one stinking pound?
How is it I was eating like crap (OK not crap, but I was eating more) before and lost more?
UGH. Well, OK that's actually not true. So far I've lost 6 pounds this month. That's not too shabby. December I lost 2, and it was a month of NOT staying on track so well.
I don't know which is better, really, but I do think it is good to have a nice, disciplined streak now and again. I'm not feeling like giving up at all, or cheating.
Besides the scale, yesterday I was at one of my kids' sporting events, and I was moving around the gym, taking pictures and cheering them on - when I realized - I felt smaller.
I felt it.
In the way I sat Indian-style. I was considerably more comfortable yesterday than I was a month ago. My legs tucked nicely. I rolled that over my brain for a bit, contemplating it.
After a while I stretched my legs out in front of my and braced myself on my arms behind me.
Another lightbulb went off. I was comfortable. It wasn't strained at all, but a very comfortable position to relax into.
This was quite interesting.
Reminding myself that the scale isn't the only indicator of a changed body. Even though I feel like I should have lost a gazillion pounds for being good and staying on track, I look at yesterday's NSV, and am thankful that there are other ways of achieving noticeable changes in my body.
I am confident I will break that weight barrier. It looks like it might take about a month.
I feel close to breaking another clothing barrier. My clothes all feel pretty good on me, and are starting to feel loose again - Like before they were tight, not they're comfortable, and they are getting comfortable loose, some of my pants. That is excitiing!
Although, I have to be honest. I took some updated progress pictures today, and besides being horrible - they really didn't look all that different. If I were to cite a difference I would say the woman in the 2nd set (the ones from today) is much, much older, and has lost some of her tan.
Left is at 285. My fat rounds me out a bit more. I feel saggier without it. Right is at 268. Same pants. I am a bit encouraged that my stomach doesn't seem to hang anymore than it did before. The second one makes me look taller, too. But I haven't grown, hee.