Nine weeks. Almost 10 weeks. I have survived a one year old’s birthday party. I have survived her getting THREE vials of blood drawn from her tiny body for an allergy test. I have survived a couple of days of eating whatever I wanted, eating my feelings, and not exercising like I wanted to. I even managed to lose weight!
Weighed myself this morning, and I am totally at the 20 pounds lost mark, just not “officially”. However, since I really needed that after yesterday’s hourly diaper changes and pants changes (tummy bug hit the baby), I’m totally going with that feeling. I wasn’t sure if it looked like I’d lost weight, but according to the pictures, I think it does. Granted, I’m not wearing a cinching belt this time, but still.
October of last year, somewhere in the 280′s.
Today. To find that old photo I went back to this post. I obviously no longer feel that way about skirts. I know the skirt I am wearing today I tried on back last fall and it didn’t make the cut, even a little. Today, I love it. Tomorrow is dress day. Maybe even the same one from last fall.
When you have 120 to lose, 20 doesn’t feel like much. However, the baby weighs 23 pounds, and she’s heavy to lug around for any length of time. We buy food for the dog in 5 pound bags. That four bags of dog food. That is a pretty good sized watermelon. Its a giant pumpkin. Its the physical space of 12! grapefruits.
So, this week, more C25K. I didn’t get in the third week 1 run last week because of scheduling/weather. This week I’m off to a late start. Even if I don’t make it past week 2 before surgery, I’ll be happy. Surgery will come with other challenges, like it being a struggle to stay hydrated, let alone eat.
Also on tap for this week, no eating out except maybe lunch with a friend. So far so good.