Holy Smokes!

I whine and complain that my body doesn't respond to diet and exercise.  It's not totally unfounded complaining.  There was a time when my middle daughter was a baby, close to a year old, that I was exercising at least 3 hours a day between my treadmill and the gym.  I was watching what I ate and the scale wouldn't budge.  That's not the only time I've had this problem.  But for this week at least I seem to have broken that pattern...and I hope my body keeps this up...I lost 3.3 pounds this week.  That's right...3.3 in one week!  Wahoo!  I've run at least an hour a day for the past 9 days (I think), today will make 10 days! :)  Four nights I did Zumba after the kids went to bed.  And now I'm down 3.3 pounds.  I'm seriously so excited!  Fingers, toes and anything else I can cross are all crossed my body is finally doing what it's supposed to do when I work my rear off!

1.3

I'm pretty excited...I lost 1.3 pounds this week!  Yay!  I'm really happy about it because I didn't eat all that well this weekend.  My husband surprised me on Mother's Day with a big breakfast...complete with bacon (why can't bacon be magically fat and calorie free?).

I have run an hour straight for the past two days.  Hoping to do it again today.  Add Zumba on to that and I've been working my rear off!  I still have about a million pounds to go...give or take.  But I realized yesterday that I've lost over 40 pounds since I was 9 months pregnant with my youngest.  Sure, some of that was baby and all the icky gunk inside.  But she was a tiny baby, only 6 pounds 5 ounces...so a lot of that loss is actually me!  Since my six week postpartum visit I've lost 14.8 pounds.  I just wish I'd started working on this about a year sooner. 

Slow but steady...

I have horrible genetics.  Seriously.  I'll have diabetes someday.  There's like a 90% chance of that, even if I never eat sugar and exercise like a mad woman.  Thanks mom and dad for that, really!  So the best I can hope for is prolonging the amount of time before I get it.  Along with my diabetes death sentence I have the slowest metabolism in the world...aside from my mom's, her's is practically dead.  I kid you now.  Ask her doctor.  I can exercise and exercise and exercise and NOTHING. Seriously, I'd be kicked off The Biggest Loser the first week for lack of weight lost (I'm not big enough to get on in the first place, but still, you get my point).  At the end of last year, probably the last few months or so I ran...a lot. I lost 9 pounds.  Yay, right?  But the new year did not bring a new me, at least not physically.  Life circumstances changed drastically and I stopped running.  I didn't gain, fortunately, but I didn't lose anymore either. Boo!

On April 1st I started exercising again.  I haven't missed a day since.  Recently I added in running to my walking and Zumba regimen. And I upped the amount of Zumba I'm doing.  Before the last 2 weeks I'd lost about 3 pounds.  Total.  All that work, very little results.  Then last week I lost .5 in one week.  I know, a half pound isn't much.  But when your body is slow to react like mine, this is HUGE.  Then this week I lost .9.  Almost a full pound...almost.  I wish it were a full pound, but I'll take what I can get.  Fingers crossed it keeps coming off, albeit in such small amounts.