Ok, so its not as legendary as it sounds. Last week I was up four pounds - four pounds that came from a combination of not being able to exercise at all for a few weeks; a crazy, food-centered graduation weekend; and just a little bit of bloat.
But it was still pretty epic. I dropped two more pounds in addition to the four I had put on the week before. I've lost 26 pounds.
When my family was in town they raved about how thin I looked. I still think I look the same, but I feel a billion times better: I have energy, I can move more easily, I need less sleep, and all of the exercise has really pumped my system with endorphins, which I think may or may not be turning me into a perky, peppy individual (not 100% sure about this one, but I feel more optimistic).
I think its also important to note that this week marked my two year anniversary with Weight Watchers. I hate that I've been paying for this program for two years now, but the first year was pretty much a wash - I lost for 6 months then gained it all back when I stopped paying attention to what I was eating and exercising.
So I know 26 pounds isn't a ton of weight - especially when it has taken me two years to lose it - but I'm proud of what I've accomplished. I know I'm far from perfect and that I still have just over twenty pounds to lose and I still hate my thighs, but I'm getting there.
In two years I've gone from looking like this:
To looking like this:
Which really isn't too shabby.
1 comment:
Well done! With most of summer still left it shouldn't much of a problem to hit your goal. Good luck!
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