A lot of shit hit the fan this week, but I did not let it deter me from my goals. My usual classes were cancelled on Monday, so I did not work out, but I did an hour on the elliptical on Tuesday, 30 minutes on the treadmill and 30 on the elliptical on Wednesday, and an hour of Salsa/Funk on Thursday; I met my personal minimum of three workouts this week, and if I take a walk tonight or tomorrow, I will have met my goal of four! That may not happen, but it's nice to know it can.
It's been a stressful week, and every night I thought about just going home and wallowing. But hard times are not an excuse to curl up and let myself go, so I toughed it out, each time feeling so much better when I left the gym than I did when I first arrived.
Then this morning I got on the scale and saw the smallest number I have seen in many years: 228. Not a miracle, still a long way to go, but I'm claiming it. Now, when I take off another 15 percent of my body weight, I will be below 200 pounds. I'm peeling off the protective coating! There's a whole new me under here.