This morning I went back to the gym after taking a week off of high intensity activity do to my cold. Spending a week doing nothing but yoga was interesting. Within four or five days, I really noticed a difference in my legs and even in my upper body, but just a bit. After spending an hour in the gym this morning, I felt really good. Darren and I did the full body routine we both love and hate. Love the results, hate the first 10-15 minutes at 6:00 AM. (I think most everyone understands that love/hate relationship.)
My next goal is quickly approaching and I haven’t wanted to talk about it. My goal is to wear size 12 pants by June 30, 2013. I’m nervous for a few reasons. One – I have no idea what size I really am. In Europe, size 12 is 42 (I think?) and in UK size 12 is size 16. Two – I believe I look smaller than I was at the end of March (and my size 14 jeans are fitting differently) but I really have no absolute idea of potentially how much smaller I may be. Yes, I’m nervous to step on the scale to find out the truth. Three – I carry my excess weight in my chest and stomach. A size 12 shirt with this bust is not at all realistic. Even at my smallest, all of my button-up tops have been large or extra-large.
Short Story: When I was a running instructor in 2003, all of my students would see me in my running gear (with sports bra) 100% of the time. When it came around to Christmas that year, I met up with a small group to have drinks one Friday night. When I arrived, I took my winter coat off and one of the women said to me, “My god! I didn’t realize you were that big!”
By the end of the week, I will know if I hit this goal or not. I will not spend the week on a crash diet (I don’t have the time or energy for that!) and I will not die if I do not hit this goal. I know I’m much better off than I was six months ago and being healthier is much better than being a certain number. (But I’m still nervous and hopeful to achieve this goal.)
PS – I finally finished that baby sweater.