A compliment.....

A lady in my BodyCombat class came up to me on Wednesday after we were done and said "You did such a good job, I'm new to class and I just followed you the whole time".  I completely realize that I'm patting myself on the back right now, but that was such an amazing compliment.  I try really hard to get my form right on all of our punches and kicks and it was nice to know that I'm doing it well enough that someone feels like they can look at me to see what we're doing.........or else they can't see past me and they have no other choice =).

Countdown to baby time.  My birthday is approaching.  If you will remember several posts ago I said we would start trying for our 4th baby (I know, we kind of think we're crazy too) when I lost 30 more pounds or turned 33, whichever came first.  Obviously the 33 is coming first because I just don't think I'll be losing 30 pounds in 3 1/2 weeks.....Actually, if I would have been posting this 2 years ago I'm positive that I would have thought I could lose 30 pounds in 3 1/2 weeks, then been so disappointed in myself for not losing the weight that I probably would have gained an extra 10 before I got pregnant.  Not that I'm expecting to get pregnant right away, but by the end of the year would be fabulous. 

this is me now.

Pluggin' Along

Still here. Still trying. Still struggling to come up with "interesting" posts about my latest accomplishments, which is pretty much that I'm maintaining my weight.  And while that's a good thing - when I think about how many years I slowly gained another 20 pounds each year(must have been at least 6, not counting the two years I was pregnant) I have to say that maintaining is a pretty significant thing.  The flip side of that is I have been at the same weight for pretty much all of 2010.  Realistically, there's NOTHING wrong with that (sometimes it helps to put things in caps, mostly for my benefit).  I honestly get up each day and go out in the hot Vegas sun without sweating much - 60 pounds and 16 months ago I was sweating a bunch in the 70 degree weather in Idaho.  I am not self-conscious anymore.  I enjoy where I'm at and what I'm doing and hardly give my body a second thought.  I feel confident at the gym and go 5 days a week - I love it.  I went to the movies with the hubs last Saturday and slid right into the seat - I remember barely squeezing into movie seats and setting the popcorn on the floor, having it tip over and just wanting to crawl in a hole and die because I was going to have to bend over to pick up the bag and I knew my butt would be hanging out, my stomach would only let me bend over so far and would be silently berating myself for being such a fat, blah, blah, blah.... you get the picture.

Am I happy with where I am? Yes, I would say my maintaining my weight would answer that.  Am I content? No.  I still have a number in mind and that number is 180.  Right now I would settle for 220.  By Thanksgiving.  Putting it out there again.  It kind of seems lame to me that I keep getting on here, stating pretty much the same things, and then getting on 3 or 4 weeks later and doing it all over again.  But, I'm a work in progress.

Is my journey over? Nope.  Am I still trying? Yep. Do I get discouraged? Of course! Will I give up? Never!

this is me now