The 'Weight' is Over

Imagine my embarrassment when I have to report that before this afternoon, it had been close to two months since my feet hit the treadmill at my apartment. Amazingly, I have not gained any weight in that time...I say amazingly because not only have I been completely forgoing the exercise portion of things, but also the diet. Not that I've been eating terribly, just not sticking to the diet so I certainly hadn't expected to have lost any weight, but I am pleased that I am still down 13-14lbs since I started in mid-December. Sure, I had valid excuses for not working out all this time, but all excuses aside, it was just nicer not doing it. However, after my 30-minute walk today I understand why I've felt so tired for the past two months, and it's not because my hours and days have been so crazy with school, work, vacationing, etc...it's because I HAVEN'T been working out. I guess I just needed a little extra push or incentive to get cracking again...and nothing screams treadmill to me like clothes shopping!

That's right...I had to try on clothes today and I so hate that because I am forced to remind myself what size I'm in, which is ridiculous. So, that did it for me...after buying a very flattering pair of pants (despite the size) I got home and hit it hard. It also didn't hurt that while I was waiting for the boys at Tires Plus to finish my oil change, I happened to come upon an article in 'Time' magazine about women and heart disease. They listed the three biggest risk factors, which were obesity, poor diet and lack of physical activity, and unfortunately, in this instance, going three for three does not proffer a prize. Tack smoking onto that list and I'm even worse off than before. Fortunately, I just smoked the last cigarette in the pack last night so I'm going to do my best to rid myself of that nasty habit again...since it severely lacks cohesiveness with the exercise regimen. So, off I go again...as I told my mom in AZ while vacationing and sharing an ice cream sundae...I could still get a lot accomplished between now and my birthday, just a little over 5 months from now. While I don't like to set long-term goals when it comes to my weight loss...I'll add up a few short-term ones and say I'd like to be down another 36lbs before my birthday...which holds fast to the 2lbs/wk standard. That would place me at 50lbs total weight loss, with 77lbs to go to reach my goal weight. Suffice it to say...that was my last sundae for quite a while. Perhaps mom and I can split another next year when I visit since I could very likely have reached my goal by then. Ah well, a year without ice cream isn't that horrible, is it?