230

This is the lowest my weight has been since I started college.
What's different? Well, my eating habits have changed. I gave up french fries until the end of the year. I've (mostly) automated breakfast and changed how I look at lunch. Training for the SheRox Triathlon is in high gear and although I don't work out every day of the plan, what workouts I do are intense.
Also, I don't feel as focused on food as I have in the past. It's always been a crutch, something easy to do. Don't get me wrong- I love food. I love shopping for it, cooking and baking, meals with friends...but something clicked when I decided to give up a food that I rely on pretty heavily for comfort. I mean, it's not like it's gone forever...just for now. And that's ok.
This new attitude coupled with some weird bodily functions over the past few weeks have resulted in a 15 pound weight loss (I was at 245 in May). I've been worried that it too fast- weight should ideally come off in 1-2 pound stints each week. But this seem legitimate and is a sincere boost to my esteem. Looking in the mirror, I can tell a difference!
I also spoke with my endocrinologist about it and she is not too concerned about the loss. Most of my lab numbers look good and we're talking about how to work on the rest.

And of course there is a boy that keeps flitting through my mind...

239

Under 240!
The weight for the last post was incorrect. The scale has seemed more accurate this week. Weighing kittens helped to balance it out, I think.

Running has been good- a hard good, though. I can't get back to my 12:00/mile rhythm, but I'm okay with that- I did take 2+ months off!

If I can hit 7+ miles this weekend, I'll be smokin' for the Broad Street Run on May 3.

I have a goal to lose at least 10 pounds by May 14. I'm right on track- 4 down, 6 to go!

229

Is that even possible?
The last time I weighed myself on that scale was about 3 weeks ago. I was 243.
Since then, I've started running again (about 3 times a week) and started Metformin (for the PCOS) and Lisinopril (for high blood pressure). I've also found a penchant for cookie dough and ice cream that I haven't curbed.

Although now that I write that, I'm also realizing I've inadvertently altered some of my eating habits- fewer snacks at work in the last 2 weeks (if you don't have 'em, you can't eat 'em), no snacks after dinner. Bringing lunch (nearly) every day. Little else has changed.

I'm not noticing a difference in my clothes/body but most of my clothing is baggy in general (and I'm not at the place where investing in new clothing seems reasonable) and I'm constantly wearing belts with pants anyway.

I am sleeping more (7am? It's so eeeearly!) and have no motivation to get up earlier (last year at this time, I was out of bed at 5:40 most mornings for training. In the summer, even earlier) but I also can't seem to get to bed before 11am (last year it was 10-10:30 almost every night).

I think I need to keep tracking this and see where it is going.
We are heading to the beach in mid-May and I'm also wondering what I can accomplish by then- I wouldn't mind fitting into the size 18 suit I bought in September...or having to buy another one!

Week 1: 245

I have been wondering if a clearer recording of me, of my body will keep me on track. So I'm going to try it.
I started doing 30-day Shred on Tuesday. Hard, but a good, quick (20 minutes!) workout. I've got a triathlon coming up at the end of April (really small, just a bunch of friends, but legit enough to warrant training) so I need to set up my training schedule for that.
Lent starts next week too, so this weekend is when I need to start my new schedule. My plan this time? A few things are rolling around: Running every day (or following my triathlon plan), 30-Day Shred every day (this one is a definite, I think), No Google Reader from 8am-5pm, M-F (this will be rough), some daily reading/reflecting, daily/weekly blogging (want to do the weekly either way- accountability!).
Ok, here's the proof that I'm starting this:

From Blog

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Visit to the doctor on Wednesday has left me with yearning for change. Change now!

I still can't believe I got so visibly upset in talking about my weight. Tears pouring, pouring down my face. I couldn't stop them, get a hold of myself. Doctor seemed concerned, but I always have that kind of reaction when I talk about something that is close to me, hard for me, has been an embarassment.

I can change. I am changing. I hope this represents the change I yearn for.