Broken Cookies DO Have Calories??!

Not really. (hee hee)  But, there IS a lil’ mini party going on inside of ME…the “new” me who is 21 pounds lighter as of today, thankyouverymuch!  :o) 

Made my mini goal of 15 pounds, so I treated myself to these Nike shoes that I’ve been eyeing for about a month now!  I’m super proud of ME!  And you know what?  It hasn’t been so easy, but I KNOW I am eating less than I was 2 months ago - I’m more conscious of what I put into my mouth now.  I’m asking myself all the time ‘Are you hungry or thirsty?’ since they say often we eat when we are thirsty - a huge glass of water kicks that hunger bug (ok, well sometimes NOT…in those instances I grab a few nuts or a fruit).  And I DO eat what I desire, but just not the whole bag, the entire carton, or the whole box, etc.!  And that’s HUGE for me.  Really, it is.  Oh yeah, and the moving…it’s a big part of this.  (though it’s not the fun part, but it’s a means to an end - just something you MUST do to get results)  I’ve been walking with my friend, Sahara, 3-4 times a week, and I’ve noticed a big change in myself.  I was the one huffing and puffing along the way, watching all these seniors pass me on the walking trail.  Oh, don’t get me wrong…they still pass me (lol), BUT at least I’m able to speak to them (”Hello”) instead of a grunt in between the whole huffity-puffity thing!

Just wanted to share my success with everyone!  Sorry no bash at my place, but I’m STILL gonna party (like it’s my birthday)! :o) 

1 month in.  9 pounds lighter.  100 percent proud. 

It helps so much having friends push you along the way - whether it be in person (Sahara, thanks) or through this site (thanks to all my great BS friends).  It’s so easy to get discouraged and want to just slide back into the old, familiar butt groove on the couch with the chocolate or the ice cream or the fast food - whatever the weakness may be.  But, you have to keep chugging along like the train…and keep telling yourself that YOU CAN DO IT…YOU CAN MAKE IT.  Tell yourself, listen to yourself, and believe in yourself.  (We are so much stronger than we even know…) 

This month the reward for me has been stepping onto that scale and seeing those huge, blue LED numbers staring back at me, while the grand total slowly decreases.  It’s been so exciting to see that my work is paying off!  I’m ready to chug along into month number 2!  Good luck to the rest of you that are also chug, chug, chugging along that hillside…say it with me - “I KNOW I can, I KNOW I can…”

This piece of equipment has stared me down for months.  Okay, okay…for about a year now.  That is how long it’s been since I have actually stepped onto it.  It’s been serving me in other ways like helping me hang my clothes and organize my shoes and odd junk.  My son’s even asked me to “play” on it, which I occasionally agreed to - moving all the stuff off of it only to put it all back on again about three minutes later when the thrill has passed for my eight-year-old.  But, as I sat stuffing my face at a Thanksgiving buffet (one of the biggest dieter’s sabotages living in Las Vegas), I looked across the table into the eyes of my kiddo.  He lost his grandpa about three years ago, and he still talks about him being in heaven and how much he misses him.  Death really has affected him.  And I see his little face, and I keep telling myself that I don’t want to be the next death that he has to cope with in his young life.  So, I came home, cleared off that treadmill,…vowing to step onto it the very next day.  Didn’t happen.  Day after day passed, with me promising, “Tomorrow, Marcie!  Tomorrow!”  That was one month ago. 

Other than the weight, I’m pretty healthy.  But, I recently discovered that I am having issues with my pancreas (after abdominal pain and a doctor visit), and driving home from the doctor, I just told myself, “Enough!”  Life’s too short, and I don’t know what tomorrow may bring.  I have to make a change today!  And, that was the second week in December.  Since then, I have been consistently dragging myself onto the treadmill…only 10 minutes a day…but I am so proud of myself for persevering.  It’s baby steps, but the most important thing is that it’s STEPS…in the right direction.  And, I’m not kidding myself on this - I have a lot of weight to lose.  But, I’m motivated when I see my kid’s face.  This will happen.  One step at a time…starting on my treadmill.