Week thirteen: Black in the saddle

My mood is much like the landscape these March days – gray and brown, monotone, flat. It’s that in-between season, not fully winter, certainly not spring. April will bring more of the same. We should expect some snowstorms, some bouts of beautiful weather. It’s an unpredictable time and it mirrors my unpredictable mood.

I’m thirteen weeks into my program. I haven’t lost thirteen pound. I am, however, closing in on a solid ten, and by solid I mean that I can count on the fickle scale registering a ten pound loss every time, not nine one week, eleven the next, eight the next, which is how its been going since the beginning of this month. So thirteen weeks of hard work adds up to about 10 pounds. It’s not great, it’s also not bad.

Ashley will be changing my program at the end of this week (Thank goodness) and now I understand how the same routine can become so boring. She also has me doing more cardio this week, which is good. I can feel the pounds melting off with the running more than I can with the weight lifting. I’m moving forwards, slowly, slowly and even though it’s hard and I wish I’d never made this so damn public, I’m glad I have because it’s that very thing that keeps me from quitting.

I’m noticing small changes in the way my clothes fit. I’m hoping by summer I will be down a size or two but I’m trying not to project into the future too much. I need to stay in the now, keep sweating it out and be grateful for the progress I’m making.

M