I can’t believe I’m writing about this.
When I decided to write this blog publicly, I decided that it would be about fitness and health, and not exclusively about my weight loss, which I try not to bring to the forefront of these sorts of conversations (it is a humility thing, and I don’t necessarily like to draw attention to THAT).
But, this week I am celebrating, and I really can’t help but want to share this excitement.
As of Friday, I am officially down 50.8 pounds, and I can hardly believe it. Back in November when I began this journey, I never would have guessed that seven months later I would be here. Sometimes, it feels like it’s taken forever, but I guess we know that this is something that you fight slow and surely, not quickly, with higher burn-out chances.
For your visual pleasure, here are some before photos, and some in-progress photos. I reckon it will still be a while before we have some after images….
Now, let’s talk about fitness.
I bow my head in shame because I have not joined the Crossfit near my family’s home. I couldn’t get myself to do it, and I fear of losing muscle mass and completely sabotaging my efforts.
What I can say is that I’ve been back in Portland for about a month now (and have lost about 8 or 9 pounds in that time), and I have not neglected exercise. I work out almost every day. On slow days, I will either do circuit training on-demand, or I will use my mom’s elliptical (like I ever thought I would say that). Even though I’m really not a fan of the elliptical, it’s actually helping me achieve some of my non-scale fitness goals. Remember how I said I wanted to become a better runner? Well, even though the elliptical is a lot lower impact than actual running, it is definitely helping my endurance outside. Last week, I walked up to Sellwood (the day the train photo was taken), which is 1.7 miles from my home. I ran for a bit more than half of it. Granted, a good portion of it was downhill, but it was really good practice, and I felt great.
On really good days, I’ll get in a workout, and then get to go frolic around a park (or the Eastbank Esplanade AND the Westside Waterfront!). It’s on a super-secret longlist of summer things to do to use my bike more, too.
If I’m at the beach (like I was this weekend), I’ve been able to get in at least 90 minutes of walking and frolicking in the sand, which always makes it more fun.
To put it in a nutshell, exercising has become a lot less of a drag than it used to be. I’ve started to enjoy being outside, and I’m not afraid to do some of the things that I used to be afraid of. Walking to Sellwood last year? Pshaw. I would have either hopped a bus, or walked one way, and then begged my mom to come pick me up and take me home.
This weekend at the beach, I noticed that I didn’t get winded climbing the sand dunes back to the exit trail. I’m doing things that normal people can do, and I’m thinking that it’s worth giving up a few beers or deep-fried apps for.
While 50 pounds (okay, 50.8) is a milestone accomplishment, it’s good to remember that it really is just another small step toward a much bigger (err…slimmer?) goal, and the celebration won’t stop here.