Celebrate the Loss

I've lost a decent amount of weight since I've been here...with little effort. I guess between living with others and not raiding the fridge whenever you want, working long hours and constantly on the go, and getting home so late you don't want to eat you just want to go to bed, it makes sense. I'd say it's been one of the few benefits of being in Yuma.

Although, 3 weeks ago, I wanted to see if I could speed up the process a little bit. Angel has weight she wants to lose before they get stationed in Hawaii, and I joined along in hopes of being a smaller me when I get back to the east coast.

So, we've been eating a lot healthier, cutting our daily calories in half. We've also being going to Curves 3 times a week and to the gym 5-6 times a week. I've gotten a bit addicted to the Elliptical Machine as well as another machine that's like an Elliptical but is more like climbing stairs. I never thought I'd be addicted to machines that make me sweat!

Then I got on this kick on how much easier it would be to eat healthy if I liked vegetables. And I truly hate them. But I've been trying. I even asked my stepmom to fax me a recipe of a vegetable chili she makes, thinking it might be easier to force them down if they were with other things.

So I called her the other day and she answered laughing, "Are you calling to yell at me too?" I asked what about. She said that my dad had "yelled" at her for not faxing me the recipe. I told her I was calling to remind her, but no yelling here.

But then I thought about it. My dad is a very busy man. He can't remember the name of the company I applied for. But he remembered that I asked my stepmom to fax me a healthy recipe?

I then realized how important to him it was that I lose the weight. I thought more and realized that it's always been important to him.

I recently remember being in 4th/5th grade, right before my parents divorced. My dad used to time me running from our back porch to the basketball court and back and then do 20 pushups. He said if I lost 20lbs he would give me $20.

I never made it.

I look back now and think about how much 20lbs really is...especially for a 9 or 10 year old. I don't remember being a big girl then....I don't think I was. I'll have to look up some pictures when I go home. I have pictures on my computer up to 1st grade and I never was....so who knows...

My dad was young....and a young Marine at that. Where fitness is everything and image is a lot! My mom was stick thin! STICK! Not anymore....

So I've looked at how to reward myself, or rather celebrate, each time I reach a goal. And then realized...I had no need to. The bigger pants, fitting into old clothes, looking and feeling better was/is the celebration for me. Well, that and shopping for new clothes! :-)