The other day I weighed myself...UGH 142????? I'm eating better...haven't missed a day of working out in a month, I take the stairs two at a time...no beer since March 1st...

142??? WT ever lovin' F????

I was discouraged. And my clothes aren't fitting that much better.

I am no where near my goal weight I had set my sights on two months ago.

I had to really give myself a pep talk. I had to remind myself that yes, maybe it's the ole "muscle weighs more than fat" thing...I had to remind myself that the exercising was helping me from the inside out and giving my body a better over all infrastructure.

I had better flexibility, not like in my dancing days but better than 3 months ago!

Then I measured myself. I had gone from a 35" waist to a 32'1-/2?? I couldn't believe it. My top half and bottom had decreased by 1/8-1/4th inch. So it said to me, well Michele, you might not be drastically changing...but you are changing little-by-little.

So don't stop short of the finish line. Don't stop now.

Bday is two weeks away...no I'm not going to be 120 like I had hoped...or 130 like I had envisioned a month ago. I'll be lucky if I can weigh 138 with the slow way I lose weight. But it'll be better than the 145 I started out at on March 1st.

And finally I looked at myself square in the eye in the mirror and I admitted that while I was better about working out than I used to be, I was no where near where I knew I could be and so my results reflected the energy I was putting into it. You get what you put in to it...get a clue Michele...what does that tell you?

m.