In the past 4-6 weeks, I have reached three milestones in my ongoing quest to lose weight and be healthy. While two of the three might not seem very major, to me they were all equally important. Since some of you have told me that you find it helpful to know that you’re not alone in your own journeys to get healthier, I thought I’d share these with you:
Milestone #1 – It took me far longer than I expected, but I finally replaced those janky-ass jeans with some that are smaller AND the correct length. (Imagine that.) The angels practically sang from on high when I tried them on in the dressing room and they not only slid up over my butt, but even zipped and snapped AND I could still breathe. Glory hallelujah!
I’d like to be down another size by the end of the year and thus hope that these new jeans are temporary and will soon be known as my old new jeans. Wait, here’s a great gimmick: Jeans that are made of a special fabric that will biodegrade after X-number of washes, so put down that cupcake and get your ass outside for a run before your jeans disappear.
Milestone #2 – I realized recently that I’ve lost 45 pounds, which means I’m over halfway there. Actually, I don’t know what there is yet, so I might have scooted past halfway five or ten pounds ago. A healthy weight range for my height is 111-141 pounds and I have no idea where I’m going to land. I’m still just thinking about this journey in 5-pound increments and not looking beyond that, lest I get discouraged by the distance remaining. So let’s just say that I’m over halfway there and be happy with that.
Milestone #3 – My wedding band fits again after seven-ish years of it not fitting and of me wearing my cheapo pregnancy wedding band during that time. Y’all, that is one-third of my marriage during which I have not worn my wedding band, which is just sad. I am happy to have it back where it belongs.
So along with the half marathon, I’m pretty pleased with how things are going on the getting healthy front.
All that said, food has been a challenge in the 10 days since my father died. The first couple of days, I didn’t want to eat at all, but after that, I started wanting comfort foods, which lead to a desire to snack on crap. I know you’re thinking, “But Jen, you should be kind to yourself right now” and I hear you, but eating crap is not kind to my body. It makes me gain weight, my skin breaks out, and I feel sluggish.
On Wednesday morning I woke up, thought about my goals, and decided to get my act together. It’s only been two days, but I’ve eaten more vegetables and less bread and chocolate. And what do you know, I feel better and I’ve lost a couple of pounds already. I’m still fighting the urge to snack late at night, but that’s just an ongoing thing for me.
So that’s the state of things. I guess it’s kind of a Weight of the Union Address or something like that. Anyway, where are all of you in your respective journeys?
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