Today was my third weigh-in with Weight Watchers (2 and a half weeks on the program). I'm down 9 lbs. I'm in a different bracket of 10s (you know, like 10, 20 ,30, etc) then I was when I started. That feels like a big deal to me.
I started walking on my afternoon breaks with a coworker. We went everyday last week. That is officially the longest I have kept to any intention of physical regime. It's only 12 minutes, up the hill and back down, for one mile (at 5mph), but every time we finish, I feel like I'm one step closer to reclaiming my body, my health, and my life.
We went grocery shopping this week (twice, actually), and the difference in the composition of the cart amazed me. There was so much produce, and it was produce that we were going to eat. Not produce that I would throw away because we forgot it was in the bottom drawer of the fridge, but produce that I have to drag out for every meal. I was struck by the beauty of wondering if we had enough mushrooms, lettuce, apples, etc. What a difference two weeks can make.
I'm also increasingly proud that my focus has become more about being healthy and less about looking a certain way. I want the slim body, but more than that, I want to be able to walk a mile with ease, to kayak for an hour without needing more breaks than periods of paddling...I want to know that I am treating my body the way it deserves to be treated and that I am not allowing my shoddy diabetes-ridden genetics drive me to an early grave.
In short, it's working. It's actually working
