Well, this week I'm feeling pretty positive. I've done some good things that I'd like to take a moment to recap:
*I went to the gym everyday for the last six days in a row. I'm feeling a little bummed because I'm not going to go tomorrow or Saturday (we're heading out of town) and I'm already feeling guilty. I know though that the body needs a rest, and though I wish it were only going to be one day, I'm going to be getting in plenty of walking tomorrow because we're going to Golden Gate Park to see the De Young Museum, hopefully the Japanese Tea Garden, and my favorite, the Arboretum. Sounds awesome, yes?
*I've been to two pilates classes and while they're difficult, I think I'm going to be able to keep doing it. That might sound strange, like, "Well, why wouldn't you be able to do it?" but being fat really does make things more difficult--obviously--and when it's too hard, I give up over time. We'll see, but I like the idea of pilates because it's controlled strengthening. I'm getting stronger, one leg lift at a time!
*Last night I wanted some ice-cream really badly. I kept picturing it and craving it. More than that, I wanted the date-like experience that goes with eating ice-cream with my husband. Instead, we went to the gym and I did 35 minutes on the elliptical followed by a reward of some pool and hot tub time. This is really huge because I was able to circumvent a craving (though I'll admit that I'm still thinking about that ice-cream today). Putting it off for a few days may not be much, but it's one step in the right direction.
*I've also been delving into some of the emotional issues that go along with overeating. I'll follow this up at a later date, but my husband and I have been watching a show called "Addicted to Food" and it's really brought up some good discussion pieces that I am still pondering. I guess it's helping me to recognize why I turn to food for comfort and even just to feel okay. I need to bring my thoughts together a bit more before I delve into an entry on this subject.
Overall, I've been working so very hard to make some progress this week. I've exercised harder than I think I've ever exercised in my adult life. I want to make progress and growth. I want to see that damn scale move. I know it won't be the end of the world if I don't lose something this week, but it may feel like it. So, I'll keep moving the next few days and cross my fingers.