A health, fitness, and weight-loss story.

5.16.2015

Goodbye Dad

My dad died in 2008.  One of the treasures I inherited from him was the red, Foreman grill.  I have used that more than any other appliance. (Well, not the coffee pot.)  The Teflon started flaking, and that's not safe.  So today we went out and got a new Foreman to replace it.

The new grill has ceramic plates, and I had to figure out what temperature to cook at rather than "medium."  I loved the new grill--it's new and improved, and I loved my old grill, so that's staying a lot.

I grill the majority of my protein.  This is a must-have for me.  This new grill will see me through to my weight-loss goal and into maintenance hopefully for years to come.


I've had several solid days of eating in a row. I am counting calories, hitting my target, and quite pleased. Yesterday I stepped up to the plate and told myself that I now had to get 10,000 steps here day.  At 11 last night, I was 2000 short.  By 11:30, I had my 10,000.

Persistence, commitment, dedication--yeah, that. 

That's how it works. I've always known that, but I couldn't get it all to come together.  There will be no "right" time, though, so it's now or never.

Boom, GO!!! 

5.15.2015

TOPS

I joined TOPS last week.  I lost 4 pounds this week.

Face-to-face social support--priceless.

I think when you struggle, you need to reach out. If you are not finding what you need, you must keep looking.  An online support group with the wonderful Sean Anderson at The Daily Diary of a Winning Loser  slowly started changing my mindset, and that has been invaluable.  I built from there, going to the TOPS.

I don't have time to blog or read blogs anymore due to school, but I can take 45 minutes a week to go to a meeting.

Never, ever, ever give up.

I realized something.  I've been at this a long time, and damn it, I want to hit goal.  I want to be a fit person. I was there for awhile, but I've lost it.  I have limitations with my feet.  That doesn't mean I cannot be a fit person again--and I'm in the process.

Every damned day, moving forward.

Never, ever, ever giveup.