There is some joy in the midst of despair.
My weight is slowly inching downwards. Last week's effort were rewarded with a 1kg (2lb) loss on the scales this week. I can thank my running efforts for that, me thinks. Yes, I have started running ... okay, calling it running is probably somewhat of a stretch of the imagination. But it is moving my body a little faster than I would do if I was walking. I found a program online (Couch-to-5k Running Plan) that introduces the novice to running ... easing you into the daunting sport. Ever so gently. I actually enjoy it, strangely enough. I feel especially sauve in my new trainers (high stability trainers with pronation reduction technology at that!) from Run and Become.
I'm quietly chuffed with myself as I have passed to weight loss milestones. I have lost 10% of my starting body weight (my actual weight the day before surgery was 95kg) which equates to a 9.5kg loss and I have lost 10kg. I have NEVER lost 10kg ever! I still get a little shock every time I do the maths. What? 10kg loss ... can that be right? LOL! And, my BMI has come down 4 points from 37 to 33. Noice!
My next weight loss goals are:
- 83kg (the equivalent of 2 stone loss - it's an English thing!)
- 80kg (the lowest weight I've ever managed to get to but never past in all my years of attempting to lose the lard & 15kg loss!)
- 79.5kg (just because it's a number under 80kg!)
- 77kg (10% loss of body weight from 85.5kg)
- 75kg (weight I was when I was 15 & 20kg loss!)
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