It was Weigh-In-Saturday at Weight Watchers this morning.
And it was totally awesome, because I have finally hit the 50 lb mark! (Fifty-two to be exact.)
I am now at 240.2 pounds of Dorian lusciousness.
I am 23 lbs. lighter than when I graduated from college.
I am only 9 lbs. away from being the smallest I've ever been in my adult life.
I am 10 lbs. lighter than my driver license says that I am (and we all know THAT was a total lie for so many years).
I am merely 20 lbs. away from my weight at 16 years of age.
Let's face it.
I AM a rock star. Boo-yeah.
So I'm feeling good about me today. I'm starting to feel good on the inside as well as the outside. My knees don't hurt quite as much. I'm having fewer headaches than I had in the past. My back doesn't hurt quite as bad at the end of the day. And my inner self-talk is much more positive than negative. I'm starting to say things to myself like, "You can totally do this!"
OH! And I have to tell you about this AMAZING accomplishment I had at the gym on Friday.
I took Lily with me, and while she was playing in the kids' club, I was working my
Okay, so I'm on the freaky, hybrid machine, which is actually a lot of fun because it has this neat little bounce to it, and it really doesn't put stress on my knees, which is what I like about the elliptical. I like to imagine it's what it would feel like to exercise on the moon. And as I'm watching an episode of Glee, 45 minutes pass by and I hardly notice.
The thing about the freaky, hybrid machine though, is that it REALLY works me out, and it's somewhat difficult to really cool down on it. So, I decided to move over to the treadmill and walk slowly for a few minutes to my cool down groove on. But, when I stepped on there, I couldn't help thinking, "Gee, it's been a long time since I've ran on the treadmill. I wonder if I can still run for 30 seconds without stopping?"
So, I bumped up the speed till I was running, and 30 seconds went by....and then....ANOTHER 30 seconds went by. And I didn't die! Even after a whole sustained minute of running, I wasn't in pain, or so short of breath that I'd be in danger of passing out. It was...well, it was ok. And it was so ok, that I thought I'd go ahead and give it another try in a couple of minutes. And so I did.
And did again.
And did again.
And then the last time, I wondered how long I could run without stopping, before my legs started really complaining. Well, it turns out that I was able to make it to the 2-minute mark! This was very exciting for me. I haven't run in several months. I wasn't sure I even could. Two minutes may not seem like a very long time, but for someone who is carrying around 80 lbs. of extra fat on their body, running for any length of time is somewhat of a miracle.
But here's the REALLY miraculous part:
As we were leaving the gym, I asked Lily if she had fun. She said she did, and before I could think to stop it, I said, "Me, too."
I don't think I've EVER felt like exercise was fun. Unless you're a masochistic psycho who considers an hour of torture fun, which I'm not.
But Friday night, for the first time that I can ever recall happening, working out was actually fun.
Who knew THAT was possible?
Personally, I think that change in attitude is just as much of an accomplishment as losing 50 pounds.
