At this point, for 75+ straight days, I have logged every morsel that enters my mouth. I started couch to 5k awhile ago, but now am actually making progress with it. I am on day 3 of week 2. This is kind of pathetic since I started couch to 5k month(s) ago, but at this point I am actually working out consistently.
My current weight is 174. I "feel" thinner than that though. My true indicator of any type of weight loss, fat less, or toning will be when I actually have more than 2 pairs of pants to wear to work. Right now, I am left with a black pair of pants, a brown pinstriped pair of pants (brown pants, in general, are just dreadful), and numerous elastic-waisted skirts.
Kickball has been going okay. It's amazing how a person could be so many years past an experience (high school gym class about 15 years ago) and then be able to instantly re-live all the emotions from that moment. When in the outfield for kickball, I find myself softly chanting, "Please don't come to me; please don't come to me." When I am up at "bat," I silently try to urge the ball to go far and lower to the ground, but those efforts have only left it to go straight in the air for an immediate pop-up out.
At our most recent game, this past Tuesday, it was as if a glimmer of light and hope descended on the kickball field. One of our opponent's kicked a bar ridiculously upward and far. The guys all around me called the catch, "I got it." I didn't utter a word and just ended up catching the ball. In happiness, I screamed so loudly that my throat hurt a little bit. Luckily, I did catch that ball. Those guys would have been pissed if they called the catch and then I didn't call it, yet also didn't catch the ball either.
Numbers-wise, I feel at a standstill. Physically and mentally though, I feel good and energized. I find myself wanting to constantly move and am truly attempting to move 5 miles a day, according to my Fitbit.
Onward and downward....
My current weight is 174. I "feel" thinner than that though. My true indicator of any type of weight loss, fat less, or toning will be when I actually have more than 2 pairs of pants to wear to work. Right now, I am left with a black pair of pants, a brown pinstriped pair of pants (brown pants, in general, are just dreadful), and numerous elastic-waisted skirts.
Kickball has been going okay. It's amazing how a person could be so many years past an experience (high school gym class about 15 years ago) and then be able to instantly re-live all the emotions from that moment. When in the outfield for kickball, I find myself softly chanting, "Please don't come to me; please don't come to me." When I am up at "bat," I silently try to urge the ball to go far and lower to the ground, but those efforts have only left it to go straight in the air for an immediate pop-up out.
At our most recent game, this past Tuesday, it was as if a glimmer of light and hope descended on the kickball field. One of our opponent's kicked a bar ridiculously upward and far. The guys all around me called the catch, "I got it." I didn't utter a word and just ended up catching the ball. In happiness, I screamed so loudly that my throat hurt a little bit. Luckily, I did catch that ball. Those guys would have been pissed if they called the catch and then I didn't call it, yet also didn't catch the ball either.
Numbers-wise, I feel at a standstill. Physically and mentally though, I feel good and energized. I find myself wanting to constantly move and am truly attempting to move 5 miles a day, according to my Fitbit.
Onward and downward....
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