Week 8
This week was sort of the same as last week, but not in the sense that I stuffed my face with everything containing sugary goodness or straight-to-my-ass-fat. I didn’t work out but once this week, which is a terrible habit to get into, I’m finding. The more regularly I do it, the more I expect myself to do it on those set days. Once you fall out of the habit though, it feels like a chore to me. I hate to say it, but I think I’m getting a little bored with Curves. I enjoy walking, which I do often on my lunch break. It might just be the location, though. I’ve been thinking about switching back to the other facility I started out at in the beginning. It would be further away, and I wouldn’t be able to go on my lunch hour like I can now, at this one by work. That’s why I switched in the first place - convenience. My hours aren’t flexible, unfortunately, so if I did switch, I’d feel like I was living everywhere but home, and I don’t want to do that. So it’d probably be smart of me to stick it out. Maybe the next time I’m in there, I’ll tell them to turn the music up a little. At the other facility, they cranked the music, so you were pumped to get going. Here, it’s like this tinny ghetto blaster sound emitting from their speakers, and a bunch of old ladies busting around on machines, not following the procedure, or not switching machines when chickie comes on the speaker to tell you to switch. It’s a little irritating. But for thirty minutes three times a week, I think I can handle it.
I think I need Matt to take the scale away from me. I have this desire to weigh myself every single morning, and then when it spikes a little bit, say this morning, for example, I end up feeling disappointed. I was on track to get below 280 after my water retention last week, and then this morning, I was a pound and a half above. Even though I’d lost three and a half pounds from last week, I still walked away feeling ripped off somehow. I should just stop torturing myself and be happy with what I’ve accomplished. It’s all just numbers, in a way. I feel better than I did when I was nearly ten pounds heavier. I feel like I have more energy, I feel more in control of my eating since I’ve been doing WW, and if I keep it at the rate I’m going with an average of one pound a week, that’s fifty-two pounds in a year - I’d have some extra hawtness going on there. Jenn the Hawt. Ooo yeah. So, with that, I’m going to stop being disappointed that I didn’t lose eight million pounds this week, and be happy with myself. I’ve been doing good, I’ve learned things about myself and about eating healthy, I recognize where I could better myself further, and best of all - I’m not as heavy as I was. That’s the whole point, right?
Started: June 3rd, 2006
Beginning weight: 289.5
As of July 29, 2006: 280.5
Lost this week: - 3.5 lb
Total lost: 9 lbs
