No, I'm not referring to a movie with Gerard Butler's ripped abs, Spartans, warfare, and did I mention Gerard Butler's abs...
Nor am I referring to a Chrysler of the same name...
Nor a perfect game of bowling....
No, 300 has been an awful threshhold that I have struggled with for years. No matter how much I dieted or excercised, I couldn't get below 300 lbs. No matter how many slim fast shakes I drank or stairmasters I climbed, I couldn't drop below that number.
But I swore this year would be the year that I would be fit. This was the year. These past couple weeks I have anxiously watched the scale dip, pound by sure pound. And then last week, I hit a wall. I actually gained a pound, 304. And I came to a crossroad. Because this was more then weight lost or gained, twinkies devoured or denied. It was about change. How I lived the next week would determine what I would do when the going got tough. Where exactly would the tough go, to the gym or McDonald's?
I buckled down. I watched what I ate. I excercised everyday. And with some trepidation I stepped on the scale today. With head bowed I peaked at the scale barely looking at where the needle wavered.
299.5
It wasn't by much. My keys and cellphone could have put me over.
But as I laced up my shoes, I smiled to myself as I set my sights on my new goal.
Watch out 200. Your next.
Nor am I referring to a Chrysler of the same name...
Nor a perfect game of bowling....
No, 300 has been an awful threshhold that I have struggled with for years. No matter how much I dieted or excercised, I couldn't get below 300 lbs. No matter how many slim fast shakes I drank or stairmasters I climbed, I couldn't drop below that number.
But I swore this year would be the year that I would be fit. This was the year. These past couple weeks I have anxiously watched the scale dip, pound by sure pound. And then last week, I hit a wall. I actually gained a pound, 304. And I came to a crossroad. Because this was more then weight lost or gained, twinkies devoured or denied. It was about change. How I lived the next week would determine what I would do when the going got tough. Where exactly would the tough go, to the gym or McDonald's?
I buckled down. I watched what I ate. I excercised everyday. And with some trepidation I stepped on the scale today. With head bowed I peaked at the scale barely looking at where the needle wavered.
299.5
It wasn't by much. My keys and cellphone could have put me over.
But as I laced up my shoes, I smiled to myself as I set my sights on my new goal.
Watch out 200. Your next.
Pam, you are an inspiration and a force of nature!! Keep going for what you want. You make me want to do the same. :D
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