It was in the back of the closet collecting dust, but I think I found my motivation
I climbed on the scale yesterday morning and saw a number I don't like. 153.
That is 3 pounds over my original goal weight of 150. A weight I have
managed to stay below for almost a full year. My chart is above that awful
red goal line. It feels terrible.
According to my last weigh in, I have gained 6 pounds in the last month.
Yikes. The only solace I take is that while I can pack on the pounds with a
quickness, I have always been able to take them off fairly easily as well.
Here's hoping, right?
This morning the scale told me 151.8. Makes me feel somewhat better. I am
planning on being below that red line before my surgery and staying there
throughout my recovery. I *think* that I will be able to do some pilates
while I am off my foot. I need to talk to the doctor about it more, but
right now, that and some weight lifting is all that I think I will be able
to do... and I will be doing it. If it's one thing I've learned over all of
this crap, it's that maintaining a workout schedule, no matter how low
impact or intensity it may be, is key to staying on track.
I got to the gym yesterday morning. Managed 25 minutes on the arc trainer
before my foot revolted, and got my usual weight routine in. It felt
great... why can I never remember that when I'm laying in bed in the morning
wanting to puss out? This morning was rough, but I challenged myself to just
get up and do it anyway---so I got in about 40 minutes of yoga and
pilates... nothing earth shattering, but something... and I'm glad I did it.


