As it turns out, it is much more satisfying to weigh yourself once a week instead of every day when you're trying to lose weight. Which -- duh.
I lost 3.4 pounds in a week, which is good. It's basically the weight I put on over the holidays, and now I'm at the weight I've been at for more than a year now.
What I'm doing is not dieting, although I am controlling portions. I am drinking lots of water, and a big mug of green tea after lunch. I am exercising, which is probably the biggest change. And eating lots of fruit and veggies. And dark chocolate every night, although not much. What I find, though, is I don't need much.
The true test now is to see what happens as I continue to do this. There's part of me that thinks I'm stuck at this weight, because it's just been the number that shows up on the scale almost every time I've weighed myself for more than a year. And no, I can't tell you what I weigh, unless I'm ready to die of embarrassment. Maybe some day if I ever manage to get to my goal weight, I will share my starting weight.
So far, Jillian Michaels is still kicking my butt in the 30 Day Shred, but it is getting "easier." Not easy by any stretch, but I don't have to pause the video to catch my breath now. And I'm back on my bicycle -- we took a long ride over the weekend, and I'm hoping to keep it up. Next up I am going back to the track to begin the Couch to 5K regimen again. If life doesn't intervene, I should be able to run three miles nine weeks from now.
I'm planning to update here about my progress once a week, every Tuesday. Please, oh please, let it work.