JOURNALING READS: Six months since D-Day, and I feel fine. D-Day, of course being January 7th, the day of that first photo; the day I put on what rag tag workout wear I could find and climbed onto the treadmill for a fast walk at 3.2 miles per hour. Six months, 33.9 pounds, 7 inches in my waist, 2 in the hips, 6 in the bust, 2.5 in the thighs and almost two in the arms. Those are the numbers. The hard, physical evidence. The proof in the pudding, if you will.
I started this process for two key reasons. 1) To look better, and 2) To feel better. I never imagined that No. 2 would overtake No. 1 in the rankings. But once I got moving, I mean really moving, there was an undeniable shift from wanting to lose weight to wanting to kick some ass. The running, biking, strength train dvd-ing and now even the swimming are all combining to become the weirdest, most unexpected side effect of this process: a lifestyle shift.
Make no mistake. Every day I could down a bag of Pirate’s Booty without blinking. I have to make conscious choices each and every day. But every day that I choose to feed my body well and move it in ways that cause it to break a sweat are days that reward me with better health, and a better overall mental state. To be certain, I love my before and after pics on a scrapbook page, I love how I feel six months later even more.
Six months down. And I feel fine.
Apparently even my hair and my left shoulder have lost weight. Way to go, hair and shoulder.
Want to join in? Or document your journey? Or whine along? Or celebrate successes? Both the template above and this one are available at Designer Digitals for those who want to track their progress along with me. There's a Flickr Group as well, to share your pages with others making similar changes.