It’s also raining and I’m standing outside writing this because being outside calms me.
I started my weight loss journey on Tuesday, February 21st. My Fitness Pal tells me I need to stay around 2000 calories a day to lose a pound a week. Of course, I could eat less and lose more weight more quickly, but this is a lifestyle change for me.
No quick fixes here.
Tuesday was actually pretty easy, surprisingly. I followed what I should eat and even began working out – I haven’t worked out harder than yoga in years, not that yoga can’t be hard, because it is. But the kind I was doing wasn’t.
Wednesday was also pretty good. I was sore from my workout, but still stayed in my calories and felt pretty darn good.
Thursday – eh – could have been way better. It was a big day at work and I started my day by falling down the stairs.
Graceful, I know. I now sport a scrape on my foot and a huge bruise on my shin.
It was also the first day that I really felt the lack of my normal caloric intake and caffeine. I also worked out Thursday and to my surprise, the workout was just a tad bit easier. 🙌🏻
Friday was the day from hell. I was hungry, grumpy, in pain, and sleepy. I was hungry because I waited on my sister to come over before I ate supper – at 7pm. I normally get up between 4-4:15, just to give a reference.
So now it’s Saturday. I’m feeling better than yesterday, but it’s early.
But I feel good, at the same time. I feel like my body is already rejoicing, so hopefully I can hang onto that feeling, because it feels dang good.
I don’t have any concrete goals. I haven’t weighed myself in over a year and I honestly don’t plan to for a while. This isn’t about a goal weight, this is about my life and wanting to live it to the fullest. For so long I focused on what I thought I should weigh, but now I see it’s truly about how I feel, my health, and the way my clothes fit.
Well, I guess that’s all for this early morning ramble.