Tonight's workout SUCKED! My shoulder and neck started hurting on Saturday. Went to the chiropractor last night and he said to take a night off from the gym. After a completely miserable night that resulted in three hours of sleep because I couldn't get comfortable, I had a miserable day of feeling like crap. I was taking Advil like it was candy all day. I almost called and cancelled tonight's session, but my day was full of drama and I wanted to get rid of some of the stress. We started running. I made it for about nine minutes before the sharp knife like stabbing pain in the back of my shoulder that goes up the side of my neck started. Mike did a little assessment and decided I could leave or we could work legs. So I stayed and we worked legs. I made this choice because I had to weigh tonight and the scales went up three pounds. I am really mad. How can you work so hard at a diet and have the scales increase? I don't get it at all. UGH!
FRUSTRATED!!!!!!!!!!
On a good note...trainer isn't taking time off in December after all which makes me VERY happy. And Rudolph was on the tv's in the gym. Who can't feel happy with that cute little deer around? Then there's always trainer's sense of humor. As we were ending the session on the exercise bike he asked me if I ever bike ride. I used to, but I haven't for a couple of years. "You still use training wheels right?" the jokes they just keep comin...
Okay...my back is killing me...time for heating pad and muscle relaxers and hopefully, some sleep.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
A New Red Dress
Three hours since my workout and I still feel a little naseous. Today was the Pre Thanksgiving workout with Friday being the post. I'll workout on my own tomorrow. A year ago I would have considered a holiday a day off from whatever workout routine I was embracing at the time. Now it doesn't matter what the day is working out is healthy and makes me feel good. So tomorrow while at my mom's I'll concentrate on veges and protein, but it's my cheat meal so carbs will be allowed as long as I go back on the diet at the next meal. Is it worth it? Yep! Let me share an example of why...
A band I really like, Cherry Bomb, got the Hyatt gig for New Year's Eve. My friend Stephanie's husband plays in the band so she will be in attendance and it's a formal affair. She called today to see if I was ready to go dress shopping. Immediate dread overcame me. Oh no...dress shopping. However, I went and came home with a red spaghetti strap number. It's six sizes smaller than the last time I dress shopped. With that said, I want to make the most out of the next month of working out to wear that dress well. The fact that I was in the store, trying on dresses and they were fitting and I wasn't mortified...that made it TOTALLY worth it.
And yesterday I wore a new outfit to work. It was different than how I normally dress. I walked in the door and my friend Miah (whom has been such a supporter in her humorous compliments) gave a cat call. I was told I looked "cute as a button". Compliments came all day long. That feedback keeps me motivated. I don't want you to think I'm egocentric or anything...I'm not. The compliments and results keep me motivated to go. It's hard work. Very hard work. And it feels good when people recognize the changes. I wish it didn't matter to me. I wish I was above that...maybe this is a piece I need to work on. But you need to know...I'm weak. I still feel like I could fail at any moment. I still feel like I'm not working hard enough. Food tempts me every day. Time challenges my workouts every day. Encouragement keeps me going. Thank you all for that.
A conversation with a friend this week made me realize that some of you might not know how I met my trainer. He works with my husband. I had heard mention of this guy and his bodybuilding and working out for a while. In January or February my husband said, "I was telling Mike about your struggles with weight. He thinks he could help you." I think this was pretty courageous of him. I mean who wants to say to their wife..."Oh by the way...I talked to a personal trainer for you" It has been a struggle for soooo long, but I totally blew my husband off. "We don't have the money for that." Inside I was thinking "I'm TOO fat to workout with a trainer. Goodness! I need to lose some weight before I can do that." A couple of months passed. A new diet scheme passed. One that made me really sick. I was at an all time low for weight loss. Really depressed by it actually. I had no energy. A year previous the doctor had told me I was borderline diabetic and I had to go back to him this past April. He again said something about my weight. It TOTALLY made me mad and I LOVE my doctor. But, he hit a nerve with me. So very reluctantly I asked for Mike's number and called him. Truthfully, I thought I would work out with him once or twice for a month at the most and I would have passed through another phase and failed. Well...obviously I was wrong. I can admit this. I told Mike tonight that as long as he lives in the area he'll need to count on me being part of his weekly schedule. I wouldn't go back to my old ways for anything. As grueling as this is sometimes, it is sooo worth it. From the bottom of my heart I appreciate my husband's initiative. This journey is a gift to me. A true gift. You recognized how unhappy I was and cared enough to nudge me in the right direction. I will be eternally grateful. THANK YOU!
A band I really like, Cherry Bomb, got the Hyatt gig for New Year's Eve. My friend Stephanie's husband plays in the band so she will be in attendance and it's a formal affair. She called today to see if I was ready to go dress shopping. Immediate dread overcame me. Oh no...dress shopping. However, I went and came home with a red spaghetti strap number. It's six sizes smaller than the last time I dress shopped. With that said, I want to make the most out of the next month of working out to wear that dress well. The fact that I was in the store, trying on dresses and they were fitting and I wasn't mortified...that made it TOTALLY worth it.
And yesterday I wore a new outfit to work. It was different than how I normally dress. I walked in the door and my friend Miah (whom has been such a supporter in her humorous compliments) gave a cat call. I was told I looked "cute as a button". Compliments came all day long. That feedback keeps me motivated. I don't want you to think I'm egocentric or anything...I'm not. The compliments and results keep me motivated to go. It's hard work. Very hard work. And it feels good when people recognize the changes. I wish it didn't matter to me. I wish I was above that...maybe this is a piece I need to work on. But you need to know...I'm weak. I still feel like I could fail at any moment. I still feel like I'm not working hard enough. Food tempts me every day. Time challenges my workouts every day. Encouragement keeps me going. Thank you all for that.
A conversation with a friend this week made me realize that some of you might not know how I met my trainer. He works with my husband. I had heard mention of this guy and his bodybuilding and working out for a while. In January or February my husband said, "I was telling Mike about your struggles with weight. He thinks he could help you." I think this was pretty courageous of him. I mean who wants to say to their wife..."Oh by the way...I talked to a personal trainer for you" It has been a struggle for soooo long, but I totally blew my husband off. "We don't have the money for that." Inside I was thinking "I'm TOO fat to workout with a trainer. Goodness! I need to lose some weight before I can do that." A couple of months passed. A new diet scheme passed. One that made me really sick. I was at an all time low for weight loss. Really depressed by it actually. I had no energy. A year previous the doctor had told me I was borderline diabetic and I had to go back to him this past April. He again said something about my weight. It TOTALLY made me mad and I LOVE my doctor. But, he hit a nerve with me. So very reluctantly I asked for Mike's number and called him. Truthfully, I thought I would work out with him once or twice for a month at the most and I would have passed through another phase and failed. Well...obviously I was wrong. I can admit this. I told Mike tonight that as long as he lives in the area he'll need to count on me being part of his weekly schedule. I wouldn't go back to my old ways for anything. As grueling as this is sometimes, it is sooo worth it. From the bottom of my heart I appreciate my husband's initiative. This journey is a gift to me. A true gift. You recognized how unhappy I was and cared enough to nudge me in the right direction. I will be eternally grateful. THANK YOU!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Takin it to the next level
I worked out with Mike two nights ago and then again tonight. He's decided I'm ready to take it to the next level. You should know by now that I trust him. However, there are times when I look at him and say, "Are you sure this isn't too heavy?" "Are you sure I can do this?" "This is me we're talking about." I either get a nod with a grin, a smart aleck response, or an affirmation.
On Sunday there was this woman whom I had never met before trying to give Mike ideas. For instance, he said "Go get a drink of water. You're going to need it. We're going to do step ups." We've done these once before and they kicked my butt. I was holding weights and stepping up and down onto a workout step. WELCOME TO THE NEXT LEVEL!!! We're going to step up and down off of a bench that's like two feet off the ground. Yes, readers! Yes, indeed! The same bench I was standing on last week to do rows. So this woman says "I think it should be a little higher. Maybe you should try this benchpress one." I was in shock really. Then she said, "If you there's no pain, there's no gain." Really? The voice in my head was saying, "Woman! Take your size 6 butt and shut up!" I just smiled and stepped on the bench many times. We ended at the treadmill. My very favorite place. I admit...I was whining. This woman is at the other end on an elliptical. She says, "You want me to come and run with you? You will inspire me. I've had this sinus infection and I haven't been able to run." Totally, I blew her off. I gave Mike a look that said, "Seriously? Are you kidding me?" But my new friend came to the treadmill right beside me and as I was bargaining for less time at my speed she increased her speed to double mine and started running. She was extremely grateful for my inspiring her to run again. It's all in a workout..what can I say?
Let me interject here about my heart rate. I had my heart rate up to 174 while running. As I was cooling down at a walking space, Mike told me to focus on lowering my heart rate. This is really bizarre. I envision the number he tells me and my hear rate starts to drop to that number. In one and a half minutes I went from 174 to 140. I like that I can control it like that. Now I have to learn to control it like that while running. Betcha I will...
There were several new people I met at the gym that night. Another one was Prescilla. She's a friend of Mike's and what a sweetie! She totally encouraged me the whole night. Loved her and can't wait to get to know her better. I also met Jeremy, an aspiring model who made a comment about how hard Mike makes me work. Now here is a perfect example of the Mike mentality. He says to Jeremy..."Yeah, she's my guinea pig. I try new things out with her. I have her do things that I wouldn't even try." As I'm processing this comment I'm thinking...I might be really stupid. However, I said, "I pay you. I feel if you tell me to do something. I should do it." Many times I have to think about an exercise first or I have to have Mike show me what he wants several times to wrap my head around it, but usually I'm going to do it or at least give it my best shot. The way I see it...this is the only way to get results. I'm getting results that I have never had before. Might as well keep doing what he tells me to do. Obviously, he has it figured out.
I can't not post about Skip to my Lou's. A new exercise that Mike introduced tonight. It is literally skipping only you have to get the knees really high in the air with your hands over your head. At first I wasn't going high enough. There's a sign hanging from the ceiling. Mike says, "Next time I want you to touch this." "Ummm...you do know I'm only...?" Didn't even get to say my height before Mike said, "Yes...2ft9 I know." I kept trying and never actually touched the sign, but got pretty darn close. Skip down the gym and back drop and do five pushups. Repeat. Repeat. Did I mention I had already done 100 pushups at this point? And just when I thought we were headed to the treadmill, "There's no one in here. I want you to sprint." Sprint down and back drop for five pushups. Repeat with an added sprint. Repeat with two added sprints. I have to say I was LOVING this. Mike was down at the end giving me hand signals and yelling at me to go faster. When Mike is encouraging me like that it gives me an adrenalin rush and makes me want to go faster. I'm certain Mike would agree that I am far from a world class sprinter, but it is a rush and I look forward to doing this sort of thing again.
I must say I'm scared for tomorrow morning. My abs were already sore when I went in tonight and we added 150 crunches to the end of the workout. I'm very sore now. However, I like sore abs. Let's keep them sore all the time. There is a lot to get rid of in that area.
Until next post...
On Sunday there was this woman whom I had never met before trying to give Mike ideas. For instance, he said "Go get a drink of water. You're going to need it. We're going to do step ups." We've done these once before and they kicked my butt. I was holding weights and stepping up and down onto a workout step. WELCOME TO THE NEXT LEVEL!!! We're going to step up and down off of a bench that's like two feet off the ground. Yes, readers! Yes, indeed! The same bench I was standing on last week to do rows. So this woman says "I think it should be a little higher. Maybe you should try this benchpress one." I was in shock really. Then she said, "If you there's no pain, there's no gain." Really? The voice in my head was saying, "Woman! Take your size 6 butt and shut up!" I just smiled and stepped on the bench many times. We ended at the treadmill. My very favorite place. I admit...I was whining. This woman is at the other end on an elliptical. She says, "You want me to come and run with you? You will inspire me. I've had this sinus infection and I haven't been able to run." Totally, I blew her off. I gave Mike a look that said, "Seriously? Are you kidding me?" But my new friend came to the treadmill right beside me and as I was bargaining for less time at my speed she increased her speed to double mine and started running. She was extremely grateful for my inspiring her to run again. It's all in a workout..what can I say?
Let me interject here about my heart rate. I had my heart rate up to 174 while running. As I was cooling down at a walking space, Mike told me to focus on lowering my heart rate. This is really bizarre. I envision the number he tells me and my hear rate starts to drop to that number. In one and a half minutes I went from 174 to 140. I like that I can control it like that. Now I have to learn to control it like that while running. Betcha I will...
There were several new people I met at the gym that night. Another one was Prescilla. She's a friend of Mike's and what a sweetie! She totally encouraged me the whole night. Loved her and can't wait to get to know her better. I also met Jeremy, an aspiring model who made a comment about how hard Mike makes me work. Now here is a perfect example of the Mike mentality. He says to Jeremy..."Yeah, she's my guinea pig. I try new things out with her. I have her do things that I wouldn't even try." As I'm processing this comment I'm thinking...I might be really stupid. However, I said, "I pay you. I feel if you tell me to do something. I should do it." Many times I have to think about an exercise first or I have to have Mike show me what he wants several times to wrap my head around it, but usually I'm going to do it or at least give it my best shot. The way I see it...this is the only way to get results. I'm getting results that I have never had before. Might as well keep doing what he tells me to do. Obviously, he has it figured out.
I can't not post about Skip to my Lou's. A new exercise that Mike introduced tonight. It is literally skipping only you have to get the knees really high in the air with your hands over your head. At first I wasn't going high enough. There's a sign hanging from the ceiling. Mike says, "Next time I want you to touch this." "Ummm...you do know I'm only...?" Didn't even get to say my height before Mike said, "Yes...2ft9 I know." I kept trying and never actually touched the sign, but got pretty darn close. Skip down the gym and back drop and do five pushups. Repeat. Repeat. Did I mention I had already done 100 pushups at this point? And just when I thought we were headed to the treadmill, "There's no one in here. I want you to sprint." Sprint down and back drop for five pushups. Repeat with an added sprint. Repeat with two added sprints. I have to say I was LOVING this. Mike was down at the end giving me hand signals and yelling at me to go faster. When Mike is encouraging me like that it gives me an adrenalin rush and makes me want to go faster. I'm certain Mike would agree that I am far from a world class sprinter, but it is a rush and I look forward to doing this sort of thing again.
I must say I'm scared for tomorrow morning. My abs were already sore when I went in tonight and we added 150 crunches to the end of the workout. I'm very sore now. However, I like sore abs. Let's keep them sore all the time. There is a lot to get rid of in that area.
Until next post...
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Tijuanan Pharmacy Within
I'm watching Biggest Loser as I write tonight. Bob is telling a contestant he has been wanting to kick his a#$ for a week and that he wants to snap someone like a twig. Mike the trainer hasn't said those words to me, but I think he thinks them before our workouts. And Jillian is telling contestants that they will never win. She says, "Just when you think you've got it under control, I'll push the up button. You will never win." I can so relate. Just when I feel like I know what I'm doing we switch it up. Tonight I was doing bench presses while lying on a decline bench. I asked why we were doing bench presses on a decline bench and the answer was to mix things up a bit. We also did some rows. We've done rows a lot. I'm used to it. Mike said, "I want you to stand and do these." So I proceeded to straddle the bench and and grab the handles. Mike said, "No, up here on the bench." There was another trainer working with a client and I must have given him a look because he said, "Don't look at me! You hired him!" Balance is NOT my strong point. It took me a few times to get the hang of standing on the bench and pulling the weight to me...okay...I almost fell once. I even said to Mike, "Obviously, you have not paid attention to the fact that I am terrified of heights." "But you're like a foot and a half off the ground. A baby squirrel wouldn't get hurt falling that far." Tonight's workout ended with the treadmill. So I was at a very brisk walk/slow jog which felt like running. Mike is standing on the treadmill next to me. I'm begging to just run for two minutes and then walk and then run again. Smart aleck Mike said, "You can go eight minutes. You're not even going that fast. If you were taller you would be walking." At first I was highly frustrated at him, but then I just thought..."Wow! You got me that was a good one." The final was that I ran 6 minutes and walked 5. I consider this an accomplishment for the girl who is scared of running.
I'm hoping the next part of tonight's blog will not offend anyone. It certainly isn't intended to.
After the workout Mike and I started talking about my thyroid. I've been on thyroid meds for nine years. Recently, my doctor told me my numbers are borderline, but he was hesitant to take me off of the meds because of my weight loss journey. I took it into my own hands and didn't refill the prescription this last time. It was time to go have my blood drawn to get it refilled anyway so I just skipped it. I shared this tonight and Mike started to explain how the growth hormone works in your body. His analogy was a Tijuanan pharmacy. Laugh with me here. Everyone knows you can go to Tijuana and get whatever meds you want without a prescription. You can get surgeries cheaper there and everything. You have to understand this analogy is so funny to me because I left physiology at the door of Johnson County Community College and really didn't look back. Mike's knowledge of the human body and how it works never ceases to amaze me. I think he knows more than my doctor about how drugs interact with the body and each other. Bottom line: because of my working out the Tijuanan pharmacy within me has started producing more growth hormone. When Mike is pushing for intensity and reps in my workouts it increases even more. When I start to feel like I'm going to puke we are really getting to where we need to be. I'm going to stop feeling like a loser everytime I get naseous during a workout and think "Whoo! I made it to a great spot! Now I have to push harder." Okay...there will probably be self talk involved which will go something like, "Don't puke in the middle of the gym. Don't puke in the middle of the gym." Please don't freak because I've gone off the meds. I'm monitoring the situation closely. I have tried to go off of it before and had no energy and gained 5-7 pounds in a matter of a few days. I've been off for three weeks and have lost weight and have a ton of energy. Workin out...it does a body good! I'm pretty amazed at this. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be able to reverse my thyroid. I didn't know it was possible. I thought it was a hand I had been dealt that would be with me forever. Who knew? This journey has been full of unexpected perks! I can't wait to see what else lies before me!
I'm hoping the next part of tonight's blog will not offend anyone. It certainly isn't intended to.
After the workout Mike and I started talking about my thyroid. I've been on thyroid meds for nine years. Recently, my doctor told me my numbers are borderline, but he was hesitant to take me off of the meds because of my weight loss journey. I took it into my own hands and didn't refill the prescription this last time. It was time to go have my blood drawn to get it refilled anyway so I just skipped it. I shared this tonight and Mike started to explain how the growth hormone works in your body. His analogy was a Tijuanan pharmacy. Laugh with me here. Everyone knows you can go to Tijuana and get whatever meds you want without a prescription. You can get surgeries cheaper there and everything. You have to understand this analogy is so funny to me because I left physiology at the door of Johnson County Community College and really didn't look back. Mike's knowledge of the human body and how it works never ceases to amaze me. I think he knows more than my doctor about how drugs interact with the body and each other. Bottom line: because of my working out the Tijuanan pharmacy within me has started producing more growth hormone. When Mike is pushing for intensity and reps in my workouts it increases even more. When I start to feel like I'm going to puke we are really getting to where we need to be. I'm going to stop feeling like a loser everytime I get naseous during a workout and think "Whoo! I made it to a great spot! Now I have to push harder." Okay...there will probably be self talk involved which will go something like, "Don't puke in the middle of the gym. Don't puke in the middle of the gym." Please don't freak because I've gone off the meds. I'm monitoring the situation closely. I have tried to go off of it before and had no energy and gained 5-7 pounds in a matter of a few days. I've been off for three weeks and have lost weight and have a ton of energy. Workin out...it does a body good! I'm pretty amazed at this. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be able to reverse my thyroid. I didn't know it was possible. I thought it was a hand I had been dealt that would be with me forever. Who knew? This journey has been full of unexpected perks! I can't wait to see what else lies before me!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Kettleballs...GREAT!
Well...not going to say a lot...I know you find that hard to believe...
It's been a lonnnnnggggg week. If I put on here what happened at school this week...you would totally think I was making it up. I'll just leave it at this...I've worked more with law enforcement this week than I have my colleagues. Could have an honorary degree in law enforcement.
So I went to the gym tonight to meet with Michael. I simply did not have a chance to eat since lunch. This is not good for working with the trainer. I've done this before and it doesn't work. To make matters worse...I get on the elliptical and my trainer tells me he is taking two weeks off in December. I know he needs his time. At the same time, I depend on him. I really do and my workouts aren't the same without him. So the whole workout all I could think about was the fact that I have to do this on my own for two weeks. UGH!!!
We now have kettle balls at the gym. Trainer Mike was really excited about this addition. So excited that he decided I would be his guinea pig for exercises to do with the kettle ball. I'm pretty sure there is a kettle ball disclaimer that says you should not do what we were doing. He decided on an exercise to do for my chest with the kettle ball which involved me lying on my back on a bench...and I can't even describe it, but I felt like I was going to drop the ball. Mike insisted I could lift it. I insisted I couldn't. And then he said, "No, you can...you're choosing to give up on me." Oh yes he did! It made me so mad. Guess what? I found some new strength, cuz Tammy don't give up! Not on ANYTHING!
It's two hours after my workout and I still feel like I need to puke. Amazing how one can go from feeling so hungry they thought they could pass out to feeling like the odor of food could make them puke. Hopefully some sleep will take care of the problem.
It's been a lonnnnnggggg week. If I put on here what happened at school this week...you would totally think I was making it up. I'll just leave it at this...I've worked more with law enforcement this week than I have my colleagues. Could have an honorary degree in law enforcement.
So I went to the gym tonight to meet with Michael. I simply did not have a chance to eat since lunch. This is not good for working with the trainer. I've done this before and it doesn't work. To make matters worse...I get on the elliptical and my trainer tells me he is taking two weeks off in December. I know he needs his time. At the same time, I depend on him. I really do and my workouts aren't the same without him. So the whole workout all I could think about was the fact that I have to do this on my own for two weeks. UGH!!!
We now have kettle balls at the gym. Trainer Mike was really excited about this addition. So excited that he decided I would be his guinea pig for exercises to do with the kettle ball. I'm pretty sure there is a kettle ball disclaimer that says you should not do what we were doing. He decided on an exercise to do for my chest with the kettle ball which involved me lying on my back on a bench...and I can't even describe it, but I felt like I was going to drop the ball. Mike insisted I could lift it. I insisted I couldn't. And then he said, "No, you can...you're choosing to give up on me." Oh yes he did! It made me so mad. Guess what? I found some new strength, cuz Tammy don't give up! Not on ANYTHING!
It's two hours after my workout and I still feel like I need to puke. Amazing how one can go from feeling so hungry they thought they could pass out to feeling like the odor of food could make them puke. Hopefully some sleep will take care of the problem.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
New Diets and a Smart Aleck Trainer with some Results
After spending the last two days accompanying a new student whereever she goes, I have bruises to prove it. Poor girl. I also did a stake out today on a teacher's car to catch who has been leaving completely inappropriate notes on her car. The suspect was apprehended while I was in heels even. I'm also on my new diet. Finally. I carbed it up on Sunday hoping it would carry over, but now I'm in carb withdrawal. There are no carbs in my future for two weeks. As a result, Mike said we have to change my workouts up. Tonight we started with running. I didn't complain one time. I ran for seven minutes. No complaining. Mike wanted to know what had happened to the real Tammy cuz I always complain when I run. It helped that Mike talked the whole time and kept me entertained. We had to do some ass to ankles again. With the weight on my shoulders and I was never going deep enough. Finally, at the end he said, "That's what I'm talking about." Thank God it was at the end because I don't think I could have squatted that low and risen back up too many times. After we did all of the weight stuff we went back to cardio. We've not done that before. I did ask to go from running to a brisk walk. I wasn't whining...just tired at that point. He let me do it. SHOCKING! And at the same time he was trying to have a political discussion with me. I can't discuss such serious stuff like that while walking so fast.
The smart aleck factor in tonight's workout was high. Please know it was being dished at me. Don't worry. I can hold my own. I've mastered the smart aleck factor pretty well myself. But here are a few of the memorable comments I heard. "How many of these am I doing?" "I'm still waiting for you to do one right." During my 15 second rest period, "You are counting really fast." "I am the counter. I get to count how I want." And when I started the lunge/pushup series, I got tired of having my hands on my hips so I locked them behind my back. "What are you trying a new skating technique?" I just started laughing. I couldn't even lunge for a few seconds because I was laughing so hard. And when my trainer tripped on his untied shoe and I said, "You might want to tie that." He said, "Yeah, I wouldn't want to pull a Tammy." I enjoy the smart aleck Mike. It makes the workouts very fun.
Everyone keeps asking me how much weight I've lost and I say...don't know...avoiding the scales. However, I wanted to have a clear picture before I started the diet so I can see if it's effective. I mean when you are eating only protein, there better be some pay off. So as of this morning I have lost 20.5 pounds. I wish the number was a bigger one, but I'm still happy. I have to remind myself the weight didn't come on over night and it's not going away over night either. As for inches...21.5! Again, these numbers aren't huge, but really they are. I have found a new passion. I wish I could give you a number for what this has done for me emotionally. It's been pretty amazing. Those of you that have lost weight understand what this feels like. Weight has been a struggle my entire life. To know that I'm headed in the right direction and making progress is an unbelievable euphoric feeling. I have more energy than I have had in a long time. I feel comfortable in the gym now. I have a lonnnngggg way to go. But I'm lovin every minute of the journey.
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