A bad week, with good moments

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.

Okay, so it's been awhile

I got on the scale today and it was down a pound.

How many calories does one burn doing the dance of joy?

Fuck you, scale

It.

Refuses.

To.

Budge.

Last week's workouts

Some sort of weight training and yoga need to get integrated into the plan, but it was a great week for calorie burning!

Okay, so ...

Got through the weekend pretty okay, although I didn't track what I ate. This is due mostly to my propensity to eat foods that are best served dipped in butter when up north.

Also, I lost track of the booze. Probably four beers and ... some tequila. One shot on Friday, and I spent all day Saturday at Dale & Candy's, so ... yeah, who knows.

Had a great walk around the lake with Amber, and danced a fair bit on Friday night, so I don't think I undid any of the good work I've done so far. I'm just really, really ready to not be this heavy person anymore. I want to not feel self-conscious on the beach. I want to peel off the layers and be who I'm supposed to be.

I'm not there yet. But I'm moving forward.

A wee bit of fear

Headed to Wisco this weekend, which means I'll be surrounded by love ... and temptation. Must find the balance between what I take into my body and what I put out as energy. I'm planning to walk along the lake, and there will probably be dancing, so ... deep breath ... I'm just gonna take it as it comes. Will check in when I return!

Progress report - Maggie

Okay, here's where we're at. My cardio so far this week, and my weight since the dawn of time ... or 13 months ago, when this whole quest started.

Not bad!