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Week 3 Weigh-In: Baby Steps

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Baby steps walk to the dock….baby steps get on a boat….

There are few movies I find more hilarious that What About Bob.

Probably because I can relate to Bob’s manic but innocent new approach to life he takes during the movie: Baby Steps.

I’ve learned that Baby Steps are the key to not getting totally freaked out by trying to accomplish big things.

Losing 65 pounds is a big thing.

And I have to lose 65 pounds. I need to lose 65 pounds. I want to be able to race…to really race again. To get new PRs in the 5K, to run a 10K for the first time ever. And this summer, I want to PR in the half marathon.

To get there, I need to lose weight.

So, here’s the results of this week’s weigh-in.

Week 3 Results

Starting weight: 237

Ending weight: 235.4

Weight loss this week: 1.6 pounds

Total weight loss: 9.1 pounds

This was the look on my face when I stepped on the scale this morning.

Seriously?

Seriously?

1.6 pounds…really?.

But then I thought about it. And that’s a decent loss. Especially for Week 3. And, in 2 1/2 weeks (I started on January 1) I’m almost down 10 pounds.

The point is, I’m taking baby steps. But they’re still steps. Steps in the right direction. And I’m sticking with it.

I also know that my loss this week could have been a bit lower had I gone to play basketball last night. Usually on Thursdays (the day before my weekly weigh-in) I work out in the morning or afternoon, then spend about an hour and a half burning extra calories by playing pick up basketball.

Last night…well, I just wasn’t in the mood. And I overdid it a tad at dinner (didn’t go over my daily calories, though).

So all in all, I’m really happy with my loss.

This week I finished Week 2 of Couch to 5k and I’m happy with the results. I’m still gasping for air at the finish of a few of the segments, but I remember from last time that it kind of just clicks somewhere in Week 5 or 6, so I’m looking forward to that.

I feel good...I feel great...I feel wonderful

I feel good…I feel great…I feel wonderful

So it’s all about baby steps! Baby steps cut down on calories…baby steps go to the gym….baby steps lose the weight.

And before I know it, I’ll be back to my old self, crossing the finish line with the biggest smile on my face.

Can’t wait to get there!

How did you do on your goals this week? Let me know in the comments below, or visit me on Twitter or Facebook!
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I am not a fittie

I’ve been enamored with Twitter lately. So many people on there who inspire me, encourage me and make me laugh.

One of the sub-cultures I’ve discovered in Twitter-land is the #fitfam. A huge group of people who call themselves “fitties” and are, to their credit, obsessed with being in shape and eating right. The post pictures of their tummies and their body crushes and how well their collarbones are coming in…

I think that’s great. It’s great to have a passion for fitness.

But I’ll never be one of them.

Why? Because, by and large, they think cheeseburgers are disgusting. I’ll never think a cheeseburger is disgusting. I may not eat nearly as many as I used to, because I don’t want to stroke out before I’m 40, but c’mon. Cheeseburgers are freaking delicious.

Or a burrito. Or fries. Or cupcakes. Or whatever your personal hankering is. (I love all that stuff…why do you think I got to be 60 pounds overweight?)

The last time I lost 65 pounds and got my BMI below the threshold of normal, I still ate what I wanted to…in moderation.

Last night, I took my 3-year-old daughter out on a date. We went to an Italian restaurant.
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Italian restaurants are not known for being low-cal joints. Not sure if you’ve noticed. Lots of carbs. And cheese. Lots of cheese.

I had a mozerella stick (and a half, I’m not gonna lie). I had some bread with a tiny bit of dipping oil. And I had an entree. Or rather, I ate less than half of an entree and boxed the rest for home.

But you know what? I was still just over 300 calories under my “budget” for the day.

 

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That’s a new term I’m using. I’m no longer “counting” calories. I’m “budgeting” them. Feels more positive. And responsible. And adult-like.

Look, I don’t judge the fitties. If you’re at the point where flax seed and sprout sandwiches and fruit for breakfast every single day is what gets you up in the morning, I think that’s awesome. I really do.

I’ll just never be that kind of person.

And that’s okay.

 

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