Well, I survived the move, though at times it definitely seemed like I was getting too old for this crap. But I got everything moved and cleaned, on time, within my budget, and lived to whine the tale.
My new place is much smaller, so I still have boxes stacked in my kitchen, preventing me from reaching the stove or sink. However, I can access my fridge, freezer and microwave. In short, I have been living on sandwiches and microwavable meals, eaten off paper plates with plastic cutlery. Sigh. Hopefully this weekend I can unearth my kitchen and do some real cooking.
However, I was surveying myself in the bathroom mirror this morning - the one in my new place is much bigger and there are very few bulges and cellulite nubbles hidden from me - and it looked to me as though I have lost some weight. So I hopped on my bathroom scale for the first time in weeks.
199 pounds. 199! I'm below 200! HOT DIGGETY DOG! 'Cause believe me, I've been eating like a pig. But I am also having to walk several blocks to and from the free parking to my temp job, and I am sure that is helping. Regardless, I am so excited. I'm under 200 pounds at last! HOORAY!!
2 comments:
Yeah! Now, trying to stay there becomes the mental challenge. Good for you.
Thank you! Hopefully I will continue on a downward trend, as I have a long way to go yet, but it is very encouraging to know that it hasn't taken a huge lifestyle change to get my weight to come down.
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