I’m happy and shaking a smaller ass. Yay!
I’m in a smaller pair of jeans – jeans that have been untouched in my wardrobe for nearly a year – and wearing a top that I wouldn’t have been comfortable in just a few weeks ago. Whoo-hoo! English fish and chips have not beat me, for I am fighting back and winning! Grrr! Raahhrrr!
The weight was put on slowly and that’s how it’s being shed as well. Smaller meals, sensible cooking, and the introduction of yoga into my day again, seems to be working. My goal was to lose a stone by holiday, and I’m mostly there, though it’s the shape change and way I fit into my long dormant clothes that matters most to me. Not saying the goal is dead, but certainly it was a number pulled from the air to give me something to shoot for. (‘To lose weight’ is too vague – I needed something concrete to fight for.) Going down a couple of jeans sizes is certainly a measurable goal and a worthy replacement for the original aim.
Yoga is becoming a necessary part of my life again. I’ve reached the turning point where it feels so good to do it and the sessions get a little longer each time. A couple of years ago, I was doing yoga five days per week at an hour or more per workout. I may not reach that fervent regimen again for any number of reasons, but I don’t see my yoga sessions fading out again. I’m not getting any younger, but I can stay healthy. That’s something I have control over.
I made a promise to myself when I was at my heaviest (several years ago – leading up to and during my cancer fight) that I wouldn’t put my body through that sort of weight gain ever again. I haven’t broken that promise but I started to see myself slipping down a chubbier and chubbier path. I was buying bigger sizes and wasn’t active. There was no excuse for it. I’ve had the time, but it was the will that left me. This happened for several complex reasons – some physical and some psychological – but with those barriers diminishing, I’m becoming the happier and healthier person I know is inside clawing to get out again.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna shake this (smaller) ass down to town for a soy cappuccino. Raahhrr!