H is a little chunk of deliciousness. She briefly got the baby six pack back this last week while she fought off a tummy bug, but she is back to her normal chubby toddler self. And now I’ve lost as much as she weighs. Which is funny, because the little bugger is getting heavy to carry around.
Ass kicking awesomeness. Even better, I continue to feel like I’m doing the right thing, that I am on the right path.
Today was a horrid day at work. No details because well, but it was just crap. I wanted nothing more than to have a cigarette, something I haven’t done in 11 years. I just needed… something. I don’t drink really, I don’t smoke, I am being good about what I eat, I had no vices. I figured that I would just say eff it all and go get some lunch, maybe a lobster roll.
So I left work, went outside, and promptly lost my appetite. Walking outside, realizing my pants fit, pants I couldn’t even put in two months ago, I just couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t make a choice that wasn’t in line with my goals. So I enjoyed the gorgeous weather and went down to Target and bought some healthy breakfast foods (nonfat milk, Greek yogurt, two pounds of strawberries). And some sugar free jell-o. What, I’m not perfect. I still needed a little something.
So I’ve lost what H weighs. I’m almost at 250, my first big goal, and I’m just two weeks from my surgery. I’m still not running like I want to be, but I’m moving forward. I wanted to wait to run until I was under 250 for the sake of my knees, and a couple more weeks until after I am healed from surgery won’t hurt. Like I said, I’m still moving forward.