Dropping off a little at a time
I'm dropping weight. For the first time in a while, I'm dropping weight. I'm lifting a lot of weight at the gym, because cardio machines bore me to tears. I'm starting to see definition to my biceps, even though my arms still are chunky. I feel myself getting stronger, and I like the way I feel after I leave the gym. Tight, pumped, ready for anything. I reward myself by spending time in the massage chair at the gym. I won't allow myself to have the massage if I don't do my complete workout, so I push through, even when I'm not motivated to do the work, because I ALWAYS want the massage.
I also have gained a partner, a friend who has lost a good bit of weight and who is working on losing more. It's true what "they" say about having a friend to coach and cajole and encourage and inspire. She helps me to stay on track with my food, and she says I inspire her to work out more. And we're becoming closer as friends, and that's never a bad thing.
I find myself getting excited about going to the gym, because I want to see the scale move. I could get discouraged, because the weight isn't coming off quickly, but I tell myself that I probably am losing fat, but that the muscle I'm gaining weighs more than the fat I'm losing. I can't wait to be strong and toned, to look on the outside the way I view myself on the inside.
I can do this.