22 weeks. 156 days. 3744 hours. 224, 640 minutes. That's how long it took me to achieve my New Year's resolution. But I did it! I am now 20 pounds lighter than I was on January 4. It feels good to achieve my goal.
Losing some weight and getting toned up has been on my "to do" list for a few years now, but with the clock ticking quickly toward my 40th birthday, I decided the time was NOW! I wish I could say there was a magic pill, but truth is outside of some help from my little blue pill friend, alli, it was 6 day a week workouts and a strong willpower. Biggest challenge: no cheese!
There were many points when my motivation was deterred: The cheesy superbowl pasta dish I made for the rest of the family sure looked tasty! Oh, and when I hit a few weight plateaus where that darn scale just wouldn't change, no matter how much work I did. I can say that the payoff has been great! New clothes, new energy, and a new ability to put on a bathing suit without fear. Well, without as MUCH fear, I should say.
I will say that losing weight is a bit like fixing up your house. No matter how much work you do, there is always something else that could be done. Suddenly those eye wrinkles become more prominent when you are worrying less about your thighs. Goodness knows why the stars become so obsessed with fixing their flaws. Fix one flaw, and suddenly you discover the 10 other flaws you had never even noticed!
But today, I will just be happy with my accomplishment...