This last month has flown by. Let's see...I've been busy thinking up ways to get a little extra money in my pocket. I've been toying with the idea of a garage sale so I've been going through my stuff. So far I have a stuffed Garfield that a "should-a-been-my-boyfriend" gave me for my 14th birthday. I think it's time to give that one up. Although, Garfield, as a person, I adore. We have so much in common. We both love lasagna and napping. And he's so sarcastic. I like the one where he is standing on the bathroom scale with a look of disgust as he screams "LIAR!". Me and Garfield, we understand each other.
I also have a flat rock with a bunch of smaller rocks with smiley faces glued to it holding a sign that says "Rock Concert". Another souvenir from middle school. Anybody want that one? I have several cords, connectors, and thingamajigs that don't go to anything in particular. I know they will sell like hot cakes! What?....Okay...I'll keep digging.
I have also been busy....working out. What? You heard me. W O R K I N G O U T ! I started the working out phase of the physical therapy 4 weeks ago and I've been doing it 3 times a week for up to an hour (probably 30 minutes with lots of breaks). A week ago it stopped being official physical therapy and I was released on my own cognizance. So now I pay a monthly fee to use the equipment and still get some staff support. A week ago Monday was my first "solo" workout and I was worried about being able to push myself without someone right there with me. But they were still there to encourage me and push me a little. I was ultimately surprised to find that I do have some drive inside me to push myself. I have been (and still am) sick with allergies and bronchitis and the other day I skipped. I got a call from the physical therapist, concerned that I had lost my motivation and wondering if I needed extra support. He didn't have to do that. He's not getting paid anymore (at least not very much) for me to come. So I count myself lucky that they really care about my success. It's just what I need. I feel comfortable there. It is amazing. I still have to "complain" to them that I only come to avoid the "harassing" phone calls. Still fighting illness, I was taking a cough break in the middle of my workout the other day and the receptionist asked me if I was going to live. I told her I didn't know but that if I died, I would be lucky to have passed doing what I love best. (Sarcasm intended.)
I am cautiously optimistic about my weight loss future. I really haven't been concentrating too much on the food, except that my success at working out has given me a greater desire to make better choices. I have lost some weight in the last couple of weeks. It's difficult for me get too excited. I've been here before. But I am feeling more confident than I have in a really long time that I can actually do this.