Week 1 of the 5% Spring Challenge went all right, I think. I definitely could have done better when it came to dinner choices, but I didn't do TOO badly given that I didn't get to the grocery store until Thursday night.
I haven't been reaching 60 minutes of exercise every day. I find myself getting overwhelmed and having trouble focusing on it, just like in years past. I have so much trouble doing one thing for too long and I'm not sure why! But I still try to do as much as I can, hoping I'll soon adjust to doing the full hour.
Interestingly, last Tuesday I was limping and wincing from intense pain in my hips, groin muscles, knees, and feet. I figured it was because I had been doing walking and/or cardio every single day, and my body wasn't used to doing that so often! So on Wednesday I took a break to do strength training instead, and by Thursday my lower body had recovered again.
It seems to take a good deal of experimenting to find out what works best for my body. Same thing with the amount of calories I'm consuming compared to what I'm burning.
On Saturday morning, I stepped on the scale and was shocked to see that I'd gained four pounds. FOUR POUNDS. Disheartened, I put the scale away and trudged back to my bedroom, where I admit I shed a few frustrated tears!
But then I looked on the practical side: I was in the middle of Aunt Flo visiting, and in the past I'd discovered that I'd gain 7-10 pounds of water weight every month, so hopefully those four pounds had to do with that. I also looked on the bright side; I'd measured myself as well that morning and I lost a whole inch from around my gut!
It's truly wonderful to see that my whole abdomen is changing. After the amount of weight I've lost already, it seems to be deflating like a balloon and the biggest part droops down now. All my shiny white stretch marks make my skin feel loose, but I'm thankful they're no longer angry red and purple! Jon says my belly has far more soft squishiness than the firmness it had when I was really big, but I plan on firming the muscles up as the fat continues to decrease. I can feel the peaks of my ribs, and I can even see them when I'm standing straight and lift my gazongas out of the way (if I'm wearing a proper-fitting bra, of course, I don't need to do that last bit!).
I look at my stretch marks and see the battles of countless battles with my weight. I look at them and I don't see ugliness or think that my beautiful skin is ruined. I look at them and see the lessons I've learned and am still learning. I look at them and see an abdomen that's slowly getting smaller, and I know my body is getting healthier. I look at them and I feel the determination to see this through for the rest of my life... for a better quality of life.
Hellooooo Week 2! Here's hoping it will be a triumphant week of fat eviction!