When you are working out consistently, and denying yourself rich, sweet, and fatty things, you expect to make some headway. I still have to force myself to go to the gym, and to stay on those machines for the set length of time it takes to make progress. So, when I stepped on the gym's scale, I was disheartened by what I saw. It only showed a fraction of a difference since the last time I weighed. So, in disappointment, I just stood there for a moment. As I did, the lever moved down ever so slightly. What is this? I thought...hmmmm, let me try.... I pushed the weight gauge lower a fraction, and the measuring end stayed level. So, I pushed it down another fraction and no change...so I pushed it one more time and behold!!! I've lost another pound. Only one pound you say? Let me tell you, it doesn't matter as long as I am losing. I didn't gain all this weight in one month, so I can't expect to lose it all in a month's time.
I can tell my legs are stronger, and look a little healthier to me. Could be wishful thinking, but SR did mention it without being asked the other day. So, maybe it's not my imagination. It seems that this endeavor has made quite a difference in me. I have more energy, I am not as bored, wandering around the house thinking I need to actually do something, because I'm doing it. My attitude is different too. My clothes may not feel any different yet, but I'm on my way. Eventually, I'll get back into the clothes I wore last year. I'm determined. If I don't, well, at least I will be healthier, and that's the most important thing.