A new strange adventure in adapting…i feel like I’m living my life in auto-tune. I get a sense of my voice — my body — but it’s not really accurate. This morning, which is a Sunday — a day I don’t usually weigh myself (I save that for Monday mornings) — I decided to hop on the scale. I haven’t put in as many steps this week – it was busy and I was just dang tired most days. I was sure I was going to be up 3 pounds. Instead, I was down 4. Another 4 pounds. That’s like 33 pounds lost in 4 weeks. I simply cannot wrap my brain around it yet. I can tell my clothes fit better, but I’m not yet in the next size down. I’ve lost inches for sure — 1.5″ on my thighs alone. But where I used to be so in touch with my body I could tell if I was up or down on the scale, I can’t seem to do that now. And it’s just weird.
Today I am meeting my friend, Patti, for a walk and breakfast. I can’t wait. Patti is one of the most positive, energetic woman I know. Seriously — being around her lights my fire as well. I need more Patti in my life. We’re meeting at the MAC, though I don’t trust my knees yet to do the incline — goodness knows I don’t need surgery again. But I figure we’ll put in a good 5,000 steps or so before we’re done. And that will be a good start to my day.
Packing is coming along. I have most of my decor items packed. That’s a good thing. A few more and we’ll be down to the kitchen and clothing. Geez, it’s going really fast. I am both excited, sad and nervous for the new adventure. Less than a month till I’m in SC. Never thought this day would come.