So I've been playing in the maintenance game for about 6 months. I'm thrilled with my weight loss, not struggling too badly with my eyes being bigger than my caloric limits and I love exercising. So all is going quite nicely. Exactly what I vowed when I started this journey for the last time. I'm praying I am always so dedicated to my new lifestyle.
Now, the title of the thread is because I've read the signatures that say Nothing Tastes as Good as Being Thin Feels. Or variations on that theme. I agree with that. Mostly. Over the last few months as I've tackled formerly difficult physical tasks, I've come to the conclusion my motto is Nothing Tastes as Good as Being Healthy Feels. I started my exercise love affair 3 years before starting to lose weight but didn't make the more physical tasks a bunch easier. Losing weight PLUS the physical conditioning did.
I know my original intent in losing the weight was to be "healthy". Being thin didn't really enter the equation because I never have been and maybe down deep I didn't think I'd really get there. But I didn't start for looking pretty. As I near that half century mark, I didn't really care about thin and pretty. But... I started looking not so bad. At one point, my reasons switched to thin and pretty. Heck, the plastic surgeries are a semi-result of that. Regardless, the healthy was there but not the focus.
Fast forward to this May, especially yesterday. DH and I decide to go biking for the first time in two years (knee injury last year). We start out and I said, "We'll go until my butt gets sore, then we'll turn around". DH nods because my butt always hurts like the dickens after a few miles. I'd tried two female atomically correct seats and had come to the conclusion my tailbone was just not normal. Well, duh Marie, it was fat.
So we're at a new trail that is 18 miles long. We're staring at mile 5. Off we go and I'm pedaling and having a ball. Spring is all around me (for those that have read my many complaints about our weather, we went over the mountain to a lower elevation to bike). Birds are chirping, wildflowers are blooming and the trees are budding. It was awesome. We're going and going. DH keeps asking how I'm doing. Fine, I reply. Then I realize we're about 10 miles down the trail. My legs and lungs are happy. I'm happy. We end up going to the end and turning around and my butt doesn't hurt.
OK, so it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the 70+ pounds I lost was why my butt didn't hurt. At no point did it hurt yesterday and we rode for 26 miles total. In the past, I loved my bike so much and hated it at the same time. Now I just love it.
But I digress. My recurring thought yesterday was the same as when DH and I snowshoed at the beginning of May and I was nearly running up and down mountain hills having a ball.
My recurring thought yesterday: Nothing Tastes as Good as Healthy Feels
I reached my original goal as to why I started the journey. It is an awesome thing. I am healthy. Labwork backs up what I just feel. I have energy, I am more active than I was at ten years old and life is so fun to live. Truly, no food can come close to that. Just how cool is that?
Marie
PS - to the Three Fat Chicks that created this awesome site. THANK YOU!!! I'm not so sure I could have found who I am without you.
(just kidding)
