I've been busting my ass on the reg and really figured that would be reflected by that little digital number screaming up at me from my toes. Granted, I don't have to suck or push my boobie-do in to see that little screen now, but STILL! C'MON!
Last month I weighed 249 pounds at my weigh in... putting me at 21 pounds down (That's about a car tire... or a bag of taters... or my beloved KitchenAid mixer). That's not anything to be ashamed of. And I know that "slow and steady wins the friggin race"... and that this is a "marathon not a sprint"... and all that other happy horse shit, but I want so SEE the progress... FEEL the progress... TASTE the... wait.. This isn't a Skittles commercial. And I know the slower I lose it the less flabby skin I'll have to curse about. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
So, this weekend I did 3 (three) 5k's. I wogged the Komen Race for the Cure twice (timed and untimed) with some of my girliefrands and I did the Ultimate Mud Warrior in OKC (that I SWEAR was longer than 3 miles - which is likely attributed to the fact that all the "wogging" was actually hiking through sloshy, heavy mud) on Sunday - over 40 obstacles!!! Of all the mud runs I've done, I believe this one was the most challenging... or maybe the one I challenged myself the most on. Either way, it was amazing. I pushed myself harder than I ever have before. I felt stronger and more capable than on any other run I've done and I'm still feeling it in my shoulders and arms (dang you, suspension cables!).
I set my October Goals before I weighed myself this morning and I'm hoping that I haven't bitten off more than I can chew.
I already know one of my November Goals will be to not weigh in again until January 1st - a little extra Christmas present to myself. I just let that stupid little number affect me way too much. It is a number... on a screen... it does NOT define me. I have to keep reminding myself of that. But, DAMN, does it make me feel so much better about myself when I see that my hard work, sweat, tears, and time are paying off and I'm getting closer to One-derland.
I'll measure my flabby self tonight (maybe I need to make one of my ongoing goals to speak to myself more positively... Nah... its funnier when I'm honest) and hopefully that (measuring myself) will help me with my disappointment. Until then, I'm just going to have to be satisfied in knowing that I've lost 3 one gallon jugs of water... 5 bags of sugar... a bowling ball... an average 2 year old... 25 pounds. That's it. Just 25 pounds. I've gone from 270 pounds to 245 pounds in about 3 1/2 short months.