Nothing motivates weight loss like weight loss. Dropping 50 pounds has been freeing. The angst has been replaced with anticipation. Anticipation of the next big thing, physically. I have been amazed by how much and how quickly the body changes when pushed.
This morning I ran 2 miles and up and down the bleachers. This evening I ran another 2 miles and completed 30 minutes of spin class. Just two months ago, I wasn’t able to do that.
I remember being at the track in tears dreading the run. Tears because I knew I had to do it but I just didn’t want to. I could have gone home but quitting wasn’t an option. Today I look forward to it. I look forward to the sweat, my body’s acknowledgement of honest effort.
I remember the bike seat in spin class being MURDER on my butt! Lately, I don’t feel it at all, ninety percent of the time I am standing and it feels great to stand and spin instead of sit and pant. I have definitely come a long way and it has at times been difficult. I still have a long way to go.
The hardest part has been patience, I’m a zero to 60 type of girl. Weight loss isn’t that way. It a slow journey with lots of wonderful mistakes along the way if you’re doing it right.. Inch by inch it’s a cinch, yard by yard it’s hard. I’m enjoying the journey.