6 pounds. The damage from the month of December was SIX POUNDS. I just wanted to type it clearly so I could make sure I understood the importance of that number. Those six pounds have made me sluggish, sore, uncomfortable in my clothes, unhappy, and I lost my fifty pound title. Its amazing how much better my body and mind feel when I'm being healthy and smart about my choices.
I'm okay. I am glad I got to see the number on the scale last night. It was a good reminder to quit whining, put my head up, and deal with what I've done. I really appreciate everyone's support yesterday and today. I know it help me tremendously. My calories were at 1,800 yesterday. Higher than target, but considering my body has been used to 3,000 or more a day, I was okay with that number. It was a number to help me move back into the goal range of 1,600 or so.
I've drank so much liquid the last two days I feel like I'm ready to float away. All things combined, I know I can do this. The body rebounds well. It is an amazing organism. Even when I don't treat it right, it still comes back for me...
In other news, I heard a newscast this morning about a local radio crew who tried to see who long they could go without complaining about anything....one lady went 21 days! That's amazing. I bet I cannot go a whole day, which is pathetic, and why I'm going to make a conscious effort to twist negatives into positives and not complain at all the rest of this year. I know two days doesn't seem like much, but baby steps here...Hope you all have a complaint free day too!
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me to watch the Biggest Loser. I really don't think this season has been as motivating as season's past. The group just seems to be half assing it, waiting for the weight to come off. Maybe it is just me. I'm slowly motivating myself to go to the gym I guess. I can't really judge everyone on there and sit here and bitch about a head cold. 































