All right, first off, the accountability of numbers: 175.2
That was my weight this AM.
Last week, I was 174.2
At my last check in mid-September (a bit over a month and a half ago), I was 173.4
That's not a trajectory I like. Almost two pounds up.
Habits dropping off slowly. I still watch some of what I eat, but not utter carefully. I do nearly NO exercise. Not in four months. When hubby lost his job and I stopped doing my Pilates training, the motivation to move just came to a screeching halt.
With a reduced salary, personal training is just not an option. So, I need to get myself a program of my own devising and move. I've lost my tone and beautiful muscle. I am mushy and I hate it. But it's my fault, so no one to blame but MYSELF.
I won't wallow. It would be a stupid thing, counterproductive, and, in light of the horrors some of our countrymen and women are going through in the wake of economic upheaval and natural disasters--had online pals who had to flee those Colorado fires, have friends and family with prolonged joblessness, have online friends & IRL friends and family affected in ways from minor to all-out major from Hurricane Sandy. Allan, my once fearless leader in weight loss, lost all his material goods. All.
I have NO right to moan. None.
I simply acknowledge that whether it's losing or keeping off fat, it's hard and requires consistence and vigilance and not letting old habits reassert.
So, I've stayed out of obesity for 1 year and 3 months. But I know it's easy to get BACK IN OBESITY, so this little bloggy check-in after an absence due to, well, lack of interest i weight loss blogging, is a HELLO to you lovelies out there, and a HEY, PAY ATTENTION to this girl right here, typing this post.
The Lord bless and protect and restore calm and peace to all affected by the recent northeast storm. This once-New-Yorker feels pain seeing the devastation. We have extended family and friends in Jersey and NY. It hurts to see what's happened.
Remember to give to disaster relief. Check that it's legitimate. We all want the victims to be helped, not scammers.
One day, that could be you. Or me. (And yeah, I've lived through hurricanes, with, thank God minor losses/damages, not utter devastation.) You may not know where you'll sleep or how you'll get to work one day, too, and need to rely on the kindness of strangers. And, of course, pray. Winter is a nasty season up north. No one should be worrying where to live. Let's pray for a milder winter...and many open doors and hearts.