I made a discovery over the weekend. I put on a pair of shorts that I’d purchased in August (that honestly were a little bit tight at the time)… and found that they’re almost too big for me now. Here’s a before and after shot:
The shorts: before and after
This is really exciting stuff for me- the scales have ground to a halt recently, with neither gains nor losses happening, but I’ve continued to notice change in my body. For one thing my knees don’t feel fat anymore- and I never knew I thought I had fat legs to begin with!! I’m starting to be able to feel my hip bone on my front, and although the fat continues to grip at the sides of the hip bone at the waist this is proof that changes are still happening.
But despite the stuff I’m feeling, it’s really nice to have visual proof of the changes that I’m making. Evidence that it’s paying off, and I’m still on the right track.
I had a conversation today with my dad. While we were chatting the topic rolled around to diet and exercise, as it so often does. I’ve definitely inherited (learned?) some of his habits and attitudes when it comes to eating and exercise, both good and bad, so it’s very easy to relate to the stories he tells me and to talk to him about the challenges I face.
Today we were talking about celebrating the small wins. We talked about changing tastebuds- he told me he had a lunchtime win the other day, bypassing fast food for a bowl of homemade soup, and I told him about my win at work today.
I didn’t think it was worth blogging about, but talking to him reminded me that that’s exactly why I set this blog up- to celebrate the small wins, as well as talking through the tough bits.
Today I was at a work function with a fully catered morning tea featuring delicious looking sandwiches, amazing smelling pies and sausage rolls and pies, and an assortment of sweet stuff. Normally it would be the pies that would get me, followed by the sweet stuff (I have serious FOMO when it comes to food- gotta get to the sweet stuff before it runs out!) closely followed by the sandwiches.
Today I had a coffee, then after half an hour of smelling the food (it was lunchtime!) I had one small quarter sandwich because I was starving.
Yes, I had a small sandwich made of wheat bread when I’m trying to avoid it, but I also chose (chose!) not to eat any of the pies or sweet stuff- and I didn’t got back for another sandwich either. I let that one sandwich that I ate ‘go down’, realised that it was enough to get me through to my pre-prepared lunch waiting at my desk, and left it at that.
That’s a win.