First off, feast your eyes on this:
Very happy with that, and I didn't weigh in like a crazy person. Just got on, got off and went on with my day. I skipped last Friday's weigh-in because I was in Orlando at the Zumba Convention.
Today's workout was at the gym because I don't do it very often and felt like I should justify my membership.
While I was basking in the glow of my consistent weight loss and tying my sneakers, I looked at the gymbag (it's a Livewell 360 Core bag) sitting on the dining room table and saw this:
That's exactly what I was feeling as I got ready for the gym. I stopped "crazy weighing," I actually cut back on my workouts -- still getting in four days a week -- and have been making sure I have one or two smoothie meals a day. Why? Because I love making them and I love that I can load 'em up with produce and protein to keep me full for hours.
I'm in one of those "head screwed on right" places and I intend to not disturb this groove.
On the way back from the gym, Pink's song "Try" came on and the chorus echoed my feeling about the whole weight-loss thing.
Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame ...
Where there is a flame, someone’s bound to get burned.
But just because it burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die ...
You gotta get up and try, and try and try.
I know she wrote it about relationships but I twisted it in my head to mean what I wanted it to mean. I pushed myself on the treadmill and on the weight machines. Pushed past my comfort zone. Higher incline, more weight. And I didn't die.
So Wham! Where does that fit in?
It was time for my monthly massage (I do that instead of neck surgery), and "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" came on in the parking lot, where I sang and danced in my car until it was over.
Because, hey, it's Wham!
(I could post the Wham! video but why do that when there's "Zoolander"!)