I’m getting used to working out three days a week. The weight is not dropping off fast, but right now I’m ok with that. It’s the holidays, and if I survive them without gaining, that’s great.
It took years to get to this point. I wanted to lose all my weight in six months or fewer, and with me that’s not going to happen. I like food. Losing one or two pounds a week may be a snail’s pace, but it’s probably a much healthier pace.
But working out is making a difference. The difference doesn’t always show on the scale, but when I look in the mirror I find that certain areas don’t hang so much. That apron in front, for example. It doesn’t hang down as low as it did a few weeks ago. When I take a shower, the rolls of back fat don’t seem to roll so much. Little things like that. There’s still a long way to go.
The biggest surprise came today after my workout. This morning I parked the car and was pretty much alone in the lot. Went to Weight Watchers, then worked out. When I came back out, a giant pick-up truck parked next to my little bitty car. I couldn’t get to the driver’s side door, let alone open it. Without thinking about it, I opened the passenger door, climbed over the automatic shift in the middle, slid into the driver’s seat, buckled up, and drove away. No problem. Not even much cussing.
Well, I did have to take my coat off, but still–hello, flexibility!