So, I'm still sick, but I'm getting better. I'm hoping that I'll be road worthy by Monday, but we'll see. It feels really weird not getting my steps in, but as I said in a previous post, sick people on treadmills is not medically advisable. On another note, I've be contemplating whether or not to post some information and then thought, what the heck (this could be the cough syrup talking).
I've had a really difficult time loosing any weight over the last several years. It didn't seem to make a difference what I did, the pounds just wouldn't move. I downloaded the Loose It app about a month ago and suddenly everything started to make sense. I was ingesting way more calories than I could have possibly imagined. Honestly it was to the tune of 3,500 a day sometimes. So, now I've cut back to about 2,000 a day. I still eat most of what I want, I'm just a lot more aware of what goes in my face hole.
Today, I have officially lost 12 pounds. Right now I'm panicking that since I've said it out loud, the weight loss gods will drop a vat of cellulite from the sky and I will be doomed. And, now that I've typed that, I realize how ridiculous it sounds. The struggle is real.
Anyway, the doctor has cleared me to go back to the gym which I plan to start next week. I've got to start easy so I don't bust a hernia (I know people who've had them and they aren't a joke). This marks the second time I've had to start over with my trainer (the first was after my gallbladder surgery). It's back to 15-20 pounds total and then I build up. It sucks, but I'm gonna do it. Life keeps running me over, and I keep getting back up. That counts as exercise too, right?
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