I try not to weigh myself so much or even to hang my hopes on what the scale shows...especially when it shows I haven't lost any weight since I started going to the gym almost three weeks ago...
But it doesn't bring me down!
Not when I can run five minutes straight and am able to catch my breath and lower my heart rate in less than five minutes. Before, whenever I tried running, I would jog for one minute and it would take an hour to catch my breath and another two for my chest to stop hurting...yes, I used to get exercise induced asthma attacks.
Not when I can do a combination of six hundred abdominal crunches in one day when before I could barely do five in a row.
Not when my size eighteen jeans are starting to fit a little loser when before, I had to lie down on the bed just to zip 'em up.
Not when I am literally swimming in my scrubs when before they used to be so tight I was afraid to bend down and rip a seam.
Not when I am full of energy when before all I wanted to do was sleep and even when I slept twelve hours in a row, I was still exhausted.
Not when I crave healthy food when before all I seemed to shove into my mouth was junk food.
Basically, the scale may not be my friend but it's also not my motivator...no, for that I have my mirror...
I am seeing the changes and I am loving it!
PS> I will be posting a picture of myself from back when I was weighing 290LBS on July 1st...it's embarrassing but a necessary thing so the difference can be seen when I post a new picture after July 15th...
