Friday, April 30, 2010

Cautious Success

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.