So I went to bed feeling pretty narked off with the world last night - a whole mile on the cross trainer and I'm still packing the fat... what?!
It's so easy to set your expectations too high, I was supposed to climb off of that evil piece of machinery at least four dress sizes smaller. The only thing I actually got from it was the sorry realisation that I am horridly unfit and another thing to add to my every growing shopping list, 'appropriate footwear'. Last night, not only did I look like a lanky hippo going for Gold, I was doing it in leapoard-print flats and sliding closer towards a painful death with every step/pace/turn - what do we call it fitness bods?
Anyway, the cross trainer is pain and sweat electronified but that can only mean it's going to help and the waist line is all for that!
I've had an interesting chat with my eldest brother today - someone who, in his own charming way, has always pioneered my weight loss. He is pleased to hear I am on this diet and has his own ideas about how I can make it all work for me - it's good to have my family on board. My sister is in the States, one of my brothers is in Germany and my other brother is in New Zealand - if I try hard, by the next time we're all together again we might be able to have a sibling photo where my legs aren't being confused by the photographer with small, weird looking additional family members.
Laura,
ReplyDeleteBravo! You are brave and funny. Good luck with your program--I've done Weight Watchers for years and love it. You may want to rethink attending a meeting--it keeps you honest.
You forgot to mention your Ma and Pa. We are with you all the way. As a matter of fact, I lost 2 pounds (I think) in the past week. You just might be pulling your old man along for the ride. I am loving your updates. Keep them up, I bet there are going to be a whole flock following this before it is over with. You're starting to enspire. As for your sis and bro's, they are pretty special too.
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