What A Surprise!

I was slogging along gaining and losing the same 2 pounds and all of a sudden, whoop. Nearly 4 lbs. down. Now I'm trying to remind myself of the importance of persistence and tenacity. That, I believe, is the lesson for the long term. For now, though, I've lost 14.6 pounds and I'm quite pleased about it. It seems like beyond the range of normal fluctuation and on the right road.

Yo, Something New

I started going to Weight Watchers two weeks ago. I hate the meetings but I figured it was time to switch up, to try something new. As you can see I'm trying lots new.

Turns out I've lost 5.4 pounds in the last two weeks which gets me past the 10 pounds lost threshold. It's hard to think of that as substantial when I have so much to go, but I'm working on it. And I'm celebrating with a massage today. And a new button over there on the right. (Thanks Diana.)

What I Learned This Week

The snow last Monday in no way predicted the 70+ degree weather today.

The change to daylight savings time still knocks me out.

Squats hurt my ass. Even my first squat hurt my ass. Half a dozen of them, especially when one is 100+ lbs. overweight really hurt two days later.

Let It Snow!

It is a semi-snow day. That means there is 8" outside my door (and I live in the mid-atlantic, so we aren't hardy.) Schools are closed but workplaces graciously allowed us to use leave. Or telework. I picked leave because I didn't want to spend the day worrying about whether I was working hard enough.

Yes, I should fix that problem.

After three visits to the frigid windy out-of-doors to shovel out my car. And a path to my car. And the lumps of sodden detrius (snowius?) that the plow left in an attempt to shovel my car in. (In between the last two I got a better hat and ate a bowl of potato-cheddar soup.) I finally finished, laughingly asking myself if I could count that shoveling as exercise.

Gob-smacked I realized that it is exercise. That wet snow at the end of a lever counts as moving a weight. That doing it swiftly and getting out of breath counts as aerobic activity. Well golly gee, why am I minimizing my actual work by laughing at myself.

Sheesh. I hate that. But at least I figured it out. Everything counts. Running up six steps to get the mail counts. Carrying groceries counts. It's all work. Maybe if I stop calling it exercise, it won't seem so trivial.

I'm Surprised

to find that I am glad to have been found. Thank you to those who have dropped by. It is nice to see you and hear from you.