Yes, Day 3.
And I wanted to go back to sleep.
But my neighbor would be there.
Yes, John, I was thinking of you this morning as I rolled out of bed.
It was a later night than usual- Wednesday ;) --- so I was tired.
But I went.
I saw my neighbor. He was killing it on the elliptical. He didn't see me.
But I did wave hi to every other shaved headed man in a red shirt for the next 30 minutes.
And I believe it was him at the red light, rolling down his window to say "Wassup" but I was too busy singing and dancing to "Rumpshaker."
I like a little house music in the morning.
I dialed it in a bit today, but I went.
My friend Helen who writes a fantastic blog on her fitness and weight loss journey wrote a great one on perhaps she should accept that she is going to be fat.
I should point out that she just got her black belt in Muay Thai. She kicks ass. Literally.
And here are my random thoughts on that--
This year I may not lose any weight. I will probably lose some, but honestly, I have been at this weight for nearly 10 years now. Consistently.
I had a friend say that she was going to start to do something-- join a networking group-- once she lost 30 pounds.
This made me sad. I told her that.
I am putting nothing on hold until I lose weight. I've done that before. I started to let it go a few years ago. I think this year I have fully accepted that I may stay at this weight and it is completely irrelevant.
Which is making it a little easier to drop a few.
Ironic, isn't it? Once I quit caring, it started to work.
I am working out and eating healthy so that I don't drop dead from a heart attack. I can't keep putting it off. We all know someone in their 40s who died from heart failure . It's not that unusual. It's the #1 killer of women.
If eating healthy and exercising happen to result in some weight loss, great. If it doesn't, oh well. It certainly isn't hurting me.
I will have a donut every month or so. I will eat a little chocolate and have some wine.
I will also push a little harder at the gym because to be honest, there isn't any time left to put it off.
I don't want to be 70 and not able to go up a flight of stairs. At 90 sure. Not at 70. I work with a lot of older people and every day I'm reminded that for the most part, the quality of your life is a choice.
My amazing husband has lost 175 pounds over the past 4 years. He and my son hiked up Lone Mountain 2 weeks ago. He was shocked he could do it-- he's lived here his whole life and never tried. He was GLOWING when they got back. His quality of life is so different from 4 years ago. He's a participant not a spectator.
It's amazing when the motivation has nothing to do with the scale or the size, but really is about the quality of my life that it makes it a little bit easier to get to the gym. A little easier to eat healthy.
I would really like to lose weight. I won't lie, it would be great to feel a little better about myself. It would be a great way to show the world "Hey-- look at what I can do!"
But if this doesn't result in weight loss, I can't throw in the towel, because that's not what it's about any longer.
I get it.