A year ago today, after months of avoiding the place, I went back to Curves.
On August 12, eighteen days after my first workout back, I had my first measure-in/weigh-in since that February. The news wasn’t good. At 140, I weighed more than I’d ever weighed. While I wasn’t overweight, I didn’t feel good, physically or emotionally. I also didn’t have much energy.
I knew I wasn’t going to feel better by doing nothing, so I started exercising more regularly and eating better. By “better,” I mean I still ate pretty much what I wanted, but I was more careful with my portions.
I’ve lost weight and inches consistently since then, but I was FLOORED when I really looked at the numbers. Drumroll please…
- I weigh 128 pounds.
- I’ve lost 9% of my body weight.
- I have lost 12 pounds (and 10.5 (!) pounds of fat).
- I have lost 13 inches.
I didn’t believe the numbers, even after recalculating them more than once. Then I looked at my Curves report. It’s there in black and white and consistently dropping numbers since last August.
I’m proud of myself. I’m proud of the pounds and fat lost. I’m proud of the inches lost. Mostly, though, I’m proud of the lifestyle change this has represented for me.
As best I can tell, I’ve exercised a total of about 125 times in the last year. Since May 4, when I started swimming, I’ve exercised 46 times. (That last number blows my mind, too.) Exercising is most assuredly becoming a way of life. This is a very good thing, indeed. I still don’t really LIKE exercising, but I’m seeing its value more than ever before.
So my goals for the next twelve months are to continue exercising 4 to 5 times most weeks, to maintain my weight (I don’t need to lose any more), and to keep toning.
Stay tuned for further weight butt-kicking and butt-toning updates.