I Like Me Better | Week 24 Weight Loss

Day 171, 121 pounds lost.

Half way through the year. Whew!  So, I’m feeling a little better than I was last week. I’ve been doing these exercises every day to try and get my right leg working again. I think some of it was simple: the damn thing hadn’t moved in over 5 years. Not to discredit the perpetual problems since childhood on this leg, but there might have been a bit of atrophy. It had become permanently bent in the forward position. The same position your knees get in when you’re sitting in a chair. It’s still doing it, but it’s getting better. I have a goal that I will be able to run on it.

I’ve been noticing some amazing things. So I’m having breakfast with my dad on Father’s Day, and I dropped something on my shirt. For those of you that don’t know, I should probably wear bibs when I eat. If I’m wearing white, I do. I’m incredibly clumsy. Anyway, I went to try and find this piece of food that fell on my shirt, and it was on the floor. HOLY SHIT! It went straight to the floor. For those of you that don’t have overlaps of the stomach or have never had that, you might not get it but seeing that piece of food on the floor ALMOST had me take a picture. I could usually always find food on my shirt like it was just sitting there….. saving it for later. That’s not happening quite as much anymore. It’s moments like that you don’t want to forget.

I’m walking around my living room and caught a glimpse of my calves on the TV. I know right? I took a picture.  I know what you’re thinking, but I seriously saw calf bumps. Most exciting thing I’ve seen in my life.

Kneecaps, elbows. Yep, I have them now. I always had a hard time feeling the bones in both of them, but they are certainly there now. I find I keep doing weird things. I will be sitting there in my chair, and I keep rubbing my knees. Like….. “look here……….. feel this bone here.”  And yes, I show everyone. {{laughing}}.

My arms. Yes, I am falling in love with those too.  I love seeing the definition come in. I do stand in front of the mirror pretending I am SHE-RA some mornings.  Is this vain? I hope it’s not. It’s less about my body and more about watching it transform before my eyes.  It feels incredible.

I woke up this morning not wanting to go to boot camp. Mostly because my quads are still hurting from yesterday. But if I’m going to hit the first goal by December, I have to gut it out and go tonight.  I HAVE to get in 6 total days a week one way or another. Some days suck, no lies. But I got this.

I smile more. I laugh more. I am learning to loosen up again. Life got too freakin serious.  I like me better.

Lovingly,

Bean