Just for kicks, after my workout this morning I decided to step on the scale–something I haven’t done since June. I braced myself for a 3-4 lb gain and was surprised to see I only had gained 0.8 lb … and that I was still 0.8 below my pre-pregnancy weight.
This was surprising because, as I have noted here before, I have not been actively trying to lose weight. Oh, I’ve been journaling, alright … but I’ve been going over by 30, 40, 50 Points a week! (Read as … not watching my weight like a good Weight Watcher!)
Which got me thinking…if I could eat that way and pretty much MAINTAIN … imagine what I could do with just a smidge of effort? Not even a lot–just a little? The notion blew me away.
My birthday is three and a half weeks away … if I could even lose just a little before then, it’d be most awesome. I am still a little fluffier than I’d like to be, and I feel like I know what I need to do. Seeing the number on the scale today was a reminder of my potential.
As Nike says, I need to JUST DO IT.
I feel motivated on many levels now. And given my need for accountability … I’m posting it here. My goal is not a lofty one: just one pound a week. Ideally, by Thanksgiving, I’d be 10 lbs lighter. It’s doable. I know it is.
And it can be done without any of the anxieties of my tattered past. Of this, I am certain.