Do I dare say it? Do I dare announce this?
Even after spending ten days “off the wagon” and enjoying myself immensely in Georgia, and coming home to try and behave, I get on the scales and for three days in a row, I have actually LOST 4 pounds, bringing my total loss in the last thirteen months to 26 pounds.
Oh, I can hear Wicked Amy now…..”Throw those scales out!” However, when you can’t exercise as much and quantify your fitness goals in other ways, the scales are what is left, at least for the time being.
I was worried when I broke my foot. I knew what I had to do and what I simply could not do. I would continue to lift the weights at home to keep my upper body from losing what I had gained. I would “watch” what I ate, but I did not log in the exercise, so that was “gravy” in the mathematical calculation of calories in and calories expended.
I thought, “If I can maintain, I will be thrilled.”
I have lost 4 pounds in the month of June.
What I have not been able to find, is some kind of equation that tells me how many calories I burn up dragging this boot around. I am trying to be good, because I do not want to postpone our Alaskan trip again, but I never realized just how exhausting it is to wear the boot.
Truly, I am so grateful for it. I can take it off at night, and I can bathe without it, and I will not have that “grossness” that we used to have when a cast was removed; the scaly skin, the smell, and also, as I recall, the weakness of the limb that was broken. It took weeks to build that back up from lack of use.
No problem today!
I still have a long way to go, but knowing that 26 pounds is GONE and that more will follow. This is not supposed to be a speedy process, but a lifelong affair with fitness and good health. I am learning patience!