Monday, April 05, 2010
My weight flexes up -- and I'm still bouncing around between the 168 and 170ish, but I wore a suit yesterday -- size 16 on the tag and the skirt was slack -- it sat a couple of inches below my waist.
I'm close to the halfway mark -- I'd be on it if the scale didn't keep fluxing -- but I wear some of the same clothes. Still, the belly that the skirt was haning on is one inch smaller.
I did the "tall box climb" on Friday -- that's a 14" step -- and usually I am too sore to move the next day, but I didn't notice anything but that workout's sweat.
I will reach my next birthday shortly before my first SP anniversary. I'm learning patience. Perseverance has been there, but it was always a "start over" event. I'm still learning how to persevere with more consistent effort. Keeping the hope up for change certainly helps now that my body is changing!
I can't make the scale change, but I can exercise. I can't make the scale change, but I can eat nutritionally. I can't make the scale change, or can I? I haven't learned the pattern that creates predictability, except to lean into it and keep going.
I would like to be at 151 before the trip to France (we leave June 20). This is a personal coup as I weighed in at 152 when I went in for a partial thyroidectomy. I don't know if I will get there, but I will keep pushing in that direction!