It's the 1st of August today and I was thinking this morning that I should probably try and find my scales to see how my weight is going. Later that day I happened across my scales in a massive bag of 'miscellaneous' junk while I was looking for my hair dryer and I figured that I may as well see what was happening. By the time I weighed myself it was 5.30 pm and I had obviously been eating and drinking throughout the day and I was fully dressed (jeans no less) so I wasn't expecting great numbers. You can see where I am heading with this?
I weighed in today at 89.1 kilos, my lowest recorded weight ever! I have been hovering around 90-92 kilos since I returned from overseas and I was bored to tears of seeing those numbers. I vowed not to step foot on a scale until I could be confident of seeing a number starting with an 8, but I couldn't really motivate myself to do anything to help my cause. Over the last week I decided that enough was enough-- well, I have actually thought that every week for about a month, but this time I actually followed through and cut out the sugar and moved my arse at the gym.
The last few days I have felt different, I could just feel that I had possibly lost weight and then this weekend AJ mentioned that he was sure I had lost weight because something about me looked different. While I had the scale out AJ decided to step on as well and for the first time since I have known him I actually weigh less than him. I think every woman reading this will understand how much that means to us girls!
Now I just need to hold it together over this week so that I don't slip back into the 90's ever again!