I’ve been trying to blast through 260.0 on my scale for a long time. Several months ago I did manage to get a 257.8, but it was done in an unhealthy way (starvation, basically) and wasn’t maintainable. Well, the last time I weighed in, I pulled out a 258.0. Me! That’s right – I managed to get down to 258.0. I did a happy dance all over the bathroom.
Truth be told, though, I haven’t weight in since, and it’s been about four days. Part of me is worried that it was a fluke and the next time I get on, I’ll be ten pounds heavier. Part of me worries that I inverted some numbers and it really said 285.0, not 258.0. And part of me just wants to revel in that moment of realizing that at last, that 260.0 had been blasted.
I’ve been going to the gym and riding the recumbent bike every day for most of this week, and what’s really fabulous is that people are telling me they can see that I’m smaller. You know, when you just diet, sure, the weight starts to go down, but it’s when you start exercising that people can see the difference. And let me just say, it feels so good when one of your friends says, “You’re losing weight! I can see it!”
When I first started going back to the gym (you’ll recall I was going, and then life interfered and I stopped – can’t let life do that, you know) I didn’t really want to. I knew I ought to, but the desire wasn’t there. But when I got off that bike, I actually felt lighter. I felt healthier. It was a high I haven’t gotten for a while, especially since giving up chocolate. (I’m at one month and five days off chocolate, by the way.) And now I’m watching the clock, waiting for my husband to get home so we can take off and go. He walks the kids around the track while I ride the bike – it’s a great way to combine family time, teaching healthy habits, and my exercise, all at the same time.
I will get on the scale again soon, I promise. I may look at it through one barely opened eye until I see what it says, though. There was a little too much bread the other day that I’m scared of, but someday, I’m not going to be scared of food any more. In fact, that’s my goal for this week – I’ve gone from loving food to being scared of it, and now I’m going to shift that fear into a healthy, respectful relationship. Wish me luck!
Tristi Pinkston is a full-time blogger in Media Reviews and LDS. Click here to read more by her.
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