Work it out, work it out, work it out, work it out.

I feel great right now.  I called a "co-dieter" last minute and invited her to work out with me.  After working all weekend, I wasn't motivated to do much and was a little bummed after spending time with my family last night.  It was great, I tackled the elliptical for 45 minutes and then showed her how to use free weights.  All in all, a pretty good workout, especially for a Sunday night.

Friday night I got on the scale after getting home from work.  I knew going out to dinner would set me off for a day or two until I got back down, but I didn't want to wait until next week to see if I hit the 180s, which I did, but barely.  189.9.  But whatever, goodbye 190s!
Whenever I have to enter my weight into the treadmill or elliptical, I go to enter 200 something, not even thinking.  I can't believe I have lost 45.1 pounds.  I only started this journey 5 months and 1 day ago.  It hardly seems feasible that I've lost an 8 year old child off my midsection.  I love it!

So here comes the expensive part.  I've bought probably about $400 worth of clothes.  I know I shouldn't have, but it's addicting to see what sizes you fit into.  At Old Navy, I now fit a large in some shirts and I'm about 5 pounds away from comfortably fitting into a size 14 pants, without a muffin top.  I'm a realist - just being able to button them up means nothing.

I even had my husband takes photos of me the other day.  Did you ever feel like when you lose a lot of weight, you feel skinnier than you actually are?  That happened when I lost the first 20 pounds.  I felt lighter than air.  Then the wedding photos were developed and I was horrified.  But I was pleasantly surprised with the photos that I just had taken.  Something happens as you get closer to your goal weight - more shrinkage occurs.  And faster, out of nowhere.  Even when the scale isn't that different.  But I have a long journey ahead - another 58.9 pounds..

I love it.  I'm excited.  I'm wired.  Time for bed.