I held my breath and got on the scale twice this morning.
I've lost 10 lbs since picking up this whole exercise thing! It's been a lot slower than I would have liked. On March 23 (and even before I started blogging again to be honest) I had hit 296.+ lbs. That's horrible. I don't ever want to have to say that or think that or write that again. Ever.
It's been a month. A month of walking up hills, facing fears, working out with friends, hating those friends, loving them again, trying to watch my food intake, really watching my food intake, getting up at ungodly hours to exercise in the mornings, exercising at night, taking mini-walk breaks at lunch, buying new foreign things, joining a gym, and finally, me actually making me do all these things.
This is a milestone. And I'm happy to celebrate it.
I'm going to write her a thank you note. I wonder how many calories are burned with old fashioned writing.