So I just about cried this morning. 185.4. I was 184 before the holidays. I’m almost back. I love how quickly holiday weight comes off if you really work at it. Not…umm…to say I’ve been working, per se. But I cut out the crap, attended a ton of fiber into my diet, upped my water intake, and have been sitting at the computer about half as much as I used to.
I’m finding that housework is my friend. It must be said that while I keep my house generally tidy, I’m not much for cleaning. You might not trip walking across my floor, but you wouldn’t want to eat off it. Scrubbing and sweeping and vacuuming are proving to be great exercise tools. It won’t be long before I’m smokin’ hot with a sparkly clean house to boot.
I love how success at the scales can motivate me to be better. In the past, it’s also motivated me to be complacent, but I’m aware of that danger this time round. It’s funny how every time I work at this I make some progress, slip a little, make some progress, slip a little. Despite the slipping, I’m gradually getting lower every time. Last time I stalled at 184. This time? Who knows? Maybe I’ll see the 170’s again. Or maybe I’ll keep going till I hit goal. Maybe this is the final stretch.
I’m excited to find out.