Obesity runs in my family through my mother's line. She's morbidly obese and I don't want to wind up like that. I didn't realize until recently that I currently sit in the obese category for someone of my height and build.
I started this journey on September 5, 2018 as a thirty-three-year-old woman who stood at a five foot four inch height and weighed 188 pounds. Previous to this date the only exercise I did consisted of whatever walking I did throughout the day which varied immensely day to day and a healthy diet was the last thing I thought about. I was driving to fast-food restaurants 3-4 times a week sometimes more.
I put together a workout routine and set to monitoring my calorie intake/outtake in hopes of losing at least sixty pounds.
September 12, 2018 marked week the end of week one and beginning of week two. Time to weigh in. I woke up, stepped on the scale and anxiously looked down. 183.2 pounds lit up at me! I had lost 4.8 pounds in a week! Looked like everything I had done had paid off.
I was determined to continue losing and not gaining, so I continued my routine and monitoring in hopes of another payoff the following week. I was even able to persuade the hubby to partake in evening walks.
On September 17, purely out of curiosity I decided to take measurements of my waist, hips, and thighs. My measurements were: 41 inch waist, 47.5 inch hips, and 29 inch thighs.
The end of week two and beginning of week three has arrived today, September 19, 2018, and yet again it's time to step on the scale. I didn't lose quite as much as I did the previous week but I am now 182.4 pounds, which is 5.6 pounds lighter than I was when I started.
I firmly believe in every little bit helps so I look at this as a win!
Once again I decided to measure myself, thinking about adding this to my weekly routine, and these were the results: 46.5 hips, 29 thighs, 40.5 waist. Not a big difference but yet again, every little bit helps.
Plan to keep it going to the end and can't wait to see the change!