I regret not taking a real before picture so I could really compare the Old Me with the New Me. I was avoiding cameras at all cost, though. I think this’ll do. The before picture was taken in April and the other was just a couple weeks ago. I’m telling you: Zumba works.
I don’t prescribe to any weight loss plan. In fact, that never crossed my mind when I finally decided to get my ass off the couch and back into the gym. See what had happened was I found myself growing more depressed as the winter changed into Spring. That depression turned into laziness, comfort food, and the wearing of drawstring pants. I hated what I saw in the mirror. I hate the way I look in the family portraits we had done. When I visited the doctor to make some medication adjustments, he recommended I get a complete metabolic profile, thyroid tests, and cholesterol tests. To my surprise, my cholesterol was high. He suggested I go on a low-fat diet and get more exercise.
It was pretty simple, actually. We changed our e-mealz plan to the low-fat plan and once I had adjusted to a higher dose of Zoloft, I was no longer terrified of getting out of the house and into a couple classes at the Y. I try to get into the gym at least twice a week. A typical week consists of Monday night Zumba & Yoga, Tuesday night Pilates, and Friday night Zumba & Yoga. Now that they’ve cancelled the Advanced Yoga class, I had to scratch that off my Tuesday night schedule. There is a Zumba class to go to after Pilates that I tried last week. Maybe I’ll keep going to that. We’ll see.
One of the biggest things I actually did to keep myself on track was to write down everything I ate. Everything. I spent all summer keeping tabs on my calories in vs. calories burned. I have a free app on my iPod & one on my phone so I can make sure not to overdo it when we go out to eat. But I indulge every now & then. I have to! I try to do it sensibly, though.
All-in-all, I’ve lost twenty pounds since the beginning of Summer. I can proudly wear some of the jeans that I was about ready to give up. Woohoo!
Writing this made me want a cheeseburger. That sucks.