And I’m good with that. I set a goal to lose 20 pounds in 22 weeks. Before I let you know how I did (I think you know a bit by the title), let me take you back to how this came about.
I was one of the lucky ones growing up. I was always thin and didn’t have to worry about weight. After two kids I never dropped back to pre-baby weight. I began to gain extra weight a few years ago (up to 10 pounds then dropped a couple) and last summer put on another six pounds in just a couple of weeks. I was watching the scale climb and not liking it. I knew I needed to cut back on the treats, watch portion size and begin exercising. I knew what to do, I just didn’t have the will power or literally, the get-up-and-go to do it.
One day I was reading blogs and clicking around on the web and came across the site, Two Girls on the Go. They just so happened to be running a daily challenge for the month. Any other day I would have continued my surfing. Not that day. I followed that monthly plan only missing three workouts. The first week I thought I’d drop at least three pounds. (When you are a “Biggest Loser” watcher you expect to lose like they do.) Nope, I lost just one pound. A bit discouraging. The second week had to be a couple of pounds lost. Again, just one. After four weeks, four pounds. Ok, so if I keep at this, in another four weeks I should be around 8 pounds down. I was beginning to see that one pound a week really is a good thing.
During the 22 weeks I caught a cold and had little energy for three weeks but maintained then lost again. I also made it through Thanksgiving. Then the two weeks surrounding Christmas did me in. I succumbed to eating all the goodies and couch potato-ing. There was also the passing of my father-in-law. The motivation pretty much was gone during those few weeks. Which brings us to today. So here are the numbers…
I lost 16 pounds. I started out at 154 pounds, jeans were pushing into a size 12 and my size 10 work slacks were tight. I know some people would love to have my weight “problem”. I know I was very unhealthy – and this is the problem. I had very little muscle and mostly fat. I had no endurance. I struggled to run at a 12 minute mile pace – I could only last four minutes on a good day. Today I am 138 pounds, jeans are a size 8 and dress pants size 6. Trust me, I don’t look like someone who should be in a size 6. I still have that thick layer of fat; it’s just in a smaller circumference. I can usually run two miles on the treadmill at a 12 minute mile pace.
My first major goal is to get to 134 pounds. Ultimately I would like to be down to 130. I’ll admit, the numbers are important to me (it’s nice to see results), but they aren’t the most important. I want to be strong and healthy and this is what I’m most excited about.
I share this to hopefully inspire anyone else feeling they need to get healthier. Trust me. If this mid-40’s gal who could never say no to a sweet treat can do it I know you can. I still have a treat but not every night. Instead of a bowl of ice cream I have a spoon of sherbet ice cream. I will still eat treats next Christmas, but I will sweat and burn some of those calories instead of letting them settle in my rear.