EIGHT pounds.

Today marks three weeks of über-consciousness about food and calorie banking trade-offs.  The result is EIGHT pounds gone as of this morning. And yes, I did emphasize EIGHT.

EIGHT.

The word EIGHT takes me back to college…in the days when the emphasis on one word could make everyone in the room laugh for absolutely no reason whatsoever.  EIGHT makes me remember long nights talking and listening to music…being comfortable in my body…my much smaller body that moved so well.  EIGHT reminds me of that stupid line in Jerry Maguire about the human head.  Boo.

So, here I am thrilled with my loss of EIGHT pounds.  I’m absolutely delighted that my hips don’t ache this morning. Instead of waiting for the mail person to pick up my post, I am walking to the mailbox.  Then I’m going to walk a bit more just to get one in for today.  Working will eat up the rest of the day and evening (with a little Tour de France action thrown in for spice). Gonna need to get on my bike at some point.

The other day my husband mentioned that our friends from Italy are coming in September.  They want to go for a hike…a thought that might have paralyzed me a few weeks ago.  But when he said, “Do you want to do that?” I immediately said yes!  Because I really do!  And I want to take the practice hikes.

Last night I dreamed of returning to yoga class.  I dreamed I was inverted and laughing (probably not a good idea) and that I actually planked from downward dog.  I know that is a dream now…but give it a few months.  I am going to spend the summer losing weight by being outdoors on my bike, walking, hiking, and being conscious of intake.  Then I am getting myself back to yoga (I love my instructor). I want to feel as though yoga asanas are possible...not like I am flailing around miserably.  Pilates, my joy, is temporarily too difficult for me, but I'm taking baby steps in regaining that sort of core strength, too. It's all about increments...

My husband wants in on the weight loss action now (just like when I did Nutrisystem…he watched me lose the first 25 then hopped on the bandwagon and blew by me in a nanosecond…kinda irritating, don’t you think?).  I fully support his effort to change, too.  But I’m not getting sidetracked this time. I can't put his goals in front of mine.  We have to do this independently/simultaneously. Possible?  We'll see.

So, EIGHT down, many more to go.  Booyah.