All of that really happened to me. I swear it.
OK, so maybe I didn’t actually fall in love (that may have been a total exaggeration of the lust I fell in instead), but… all the rest was true. Right down to the car accident I got into last night.
And I promise, I will tell you about all of it.
Eventually.
Tonight though, I’ll start with the 4 ½ inches.
When we last left off with the Pilates boot camp, I was the class failure. The only person in the entire group who didn’t lose a single inch the first week. In fact, I later found out that I had actually gained half an inch.
After all my butt busting, I gained.
Bogus I tell you.
But then, something must have clicked that second week. I’m not sure what, or how, or when, but… something clicked. And Friday night (not 24 hours after taking my bloggy break), I was overjoyed to discover upon re-measuring that I had lost 4 ½ inches.
3 around my waist and 1 ½ from my thighs.
For real.
It was funny because the night before I had been whining to Teeny about my lack of inch loss, and she kept looking at me and swearing up and down that I was smaller around the waist than I had been the week before. To which I of course argued vehemently.
This week I had to take 2 pairs of my work pants into the seamstress to be taken in a size.
Turns out I had been so convinced I wasn't losing at all, that I refused to acknowledge even my own pants hanging off of me.
So now, my size 10's are officially size 8's.
I still haven’t lost much in the way of weight (just 4 pounds since surgery), but I only really had about 15 pounds I wanted to lose total anyway, so I’m OK with a slow weight loss. Especially if it means the only thing I have to change is adding in a bit of a workout to my routine. Because my diet? Well… Let’s just say that I indulged in a Cinnabun today (one of about 20 that appeared magically, free, and still warm in the break room at work) and I was more than a little grateful to not be on a strict diet right now.
Shhhh…. Don’t anyone tell Teeny or Dr. Naturopath I consumed that much sugar in one sitting. They would both have me on some kind of a cleanse in minutes!
Pilates has definitely won me over though, and as a result – I’ve signed up for a year membership. I’m hoping to add in some cardio here in the next few weeks (I'm still not feeling up for the full impact of jogging yet, but I think I’m getting there) and am excited to slowly but surely be building my body back up again. I feel strong lately. Capable. Healthy.
And healthy is something I haven’t felt in a long time.
So while I still waver and shake and eventually fail on pretty much anything that requires too much of my upper body or low abs; I am getting there. Improving with every class and building up the strength I haven’t had in a long time.
And I’m already down 4 ½ inches.
The plan? To be back in fighting shape (and down the remaining 11 pounds to my goal weight) by summer.
Then, I have every intention of letting Loo run me all over this state to scale up whatever mountains we may come across.
It’s going to be a good summer.
And I am going to be strong enough, healthy enough, and looking fantastic enough to really enjoy it.
4 ½ inches down.
A whole new (healthy) body still to come.
