Every week I take progress pictures and send my coach and update on my workouts and nutrition. This involves wearing my teeniest tiniest bikini and standing in blaring fluorescent lighting. So basically, it’s like my own personal house of horrors. And I get to do it once a week. Joy.
It’s gotten slightly less horrifying over time, as I’ve seen some nice gradual changes week to week, and comparing my week 1 photos to the most recent ones is pretty darn jaw dropping. I’ve made progress, and progress feels good.
But I’ve gotta tell ya, this week I did NOT want to take those pictures. I didn’t have a perfect week last week with eating and workouts, and while it was only a small slip up, after 7 weeks of being absolutely saintly I was sure I was going to balloon up and would know EXACTLY where that pizza went.
Added on top of that lovely fact that my body was in the middle of my once-monthly reminder that I’m NOT pregnant (thank god), I was bloated and cramping and crying at dog food commercials, so I was pretty certain that my body would reflect that as well.
But taking weekly photos is part of the gig, and so I did.
I was very VERY pleasantly surprised. As with every week before this, I can see a noticeable difference in various parts of my body. And while outwardly I feel like a beached whale over here, my stomach is actually flatter than it was even a week ago.
When I stepped on the scale I was even more impressed to see myself down a bit more weight, bringing my total loss so far to just over 18 lbs. I can’t wait to hit the 20 lbs mark. I’m so close I can taste it.
Moral of the story, trust the plan. Every day I do my absolute best to work hard, to fuel my body well, and to make good choices that will lead me to success. Even if it doesn’t *feel* like a great day, that doesn’t mean it’s not a day with a chance to build on yesterday.
What about you readers? What victories are you celebrating this week?