I promise this isn't going to become a fitness blog. However, as this is my space, I get to decide the programming and tonight we're going to talk about what I've been up to the last 26 days.
The last 26 days I have logged every bit of food that has gone into my body and drank more water than I ever thought possible. (Seriously, no sodas in nearly a month. Not even a sip.) I've clocked every minute of exercise. I've counted every single step. I've compared this week to last week and the week before that to see where I can improve. I've crunched more numbers than can possibly be healthy, and read every chart and graph the apps have offered. I've treated my body like a science experiment. And in 26 days, I've lost 16.4 pounds.
Now, before we start up the confetti cannons, I should let you know that I have a long way to go. Very long. Ideally, I would like to reach my first goal (60 pounds gone) by my 36th birthday this October. It also means that when we go shopping for bridesmaid dresses I will be ordering one much smaller than what I would order right now. Once I reach that goal, I would like to try to lose even more, but what I want most is to be as healthy as possible, no matter the size.
I love how I feel right now. It's work, but it's the best kind. And if I already feel better, imagine how it will feel when I hit my goals farther down the road. I've got to stop now because I'm getting up at the literal crack of dawn to go walk with my sister and I need my rest. (I totally log my sleep now, too. I'm such a weirdo.) Just wanted to share.