Woke up yesterday morning at 5:45 a.m. elated. I actually slept a little.
Started my morning routine:
Brushed my teeth.
Took a bath.
Started combing my hair.
Boiled some water for my oatmeal.
Finished my hair.
Made my lunch.
Ate my oatmeal.
Started changing my clothes, when I noticed…
My pants, size 14, were falling off. They were on the ground literally. I had to go fish out my smaller sized jeans, still a 14, but definitely a slimmer fit.
Talk about a victory. That was actually last week’s subject on weight-loss losers. Non-scale victories. Seeing my pants on the ground was definitely a victory.
I love seeing the results of my hard work though I didn’t expect to see them this fast. I seriously started my weight-loss journey on New Years like everyone else does.
I had a delicious and worth it relapse for two weeks in Los Angeles. I ate In & Out, Orange Bang, Louisiana Fried Chicken, Pizza, and the hamburger stand. I thought “hey, I can’t get the same foods here in Maryland so I better eat it all while I can,” and eat I did.
Last week It was back to school, back to business, and back to achieving my fitness goals.
I went hard-core. Drowning myself in eight cups of water, counting calories, and going to the gym four days a week.
I’ve lost weight before.
This time however my fat burning weapon is weight-loss education. I read everything on weight-loss. Tips, success stories, and stories about those who are losing weight but are struggling. I spend time incorporating what I can, and vowing to make a new change every week.
The best thing I’ve learned so far is that it’s the little things that make a big impact like eating on smaller plates, drinking water instead of soda, setting small goals and sticking to them.
No gimmicky diets.
No quick fixes.
I weigh-in today to see if I lost more than inches. Inches are good but pounds are the ultimate goal. My goal for last week was 2.5 pounds. If I lost that I would be ecstatic.
My goal for the month of February is 10 pounds down.
Please, wish me luck.