Last fall I was in desperate need of a new wardrobe, so I took a summer job at an upscale women’s clothing store, and traded my paychecks for clothes. Despite teaching full-time and my extra-curricular job as the school’s writing coordinator, I kept the part-time job through Christmas.
Even with my 40% discount, the clothes I bought were spendy. I wanted quality wear that would last awhile. Well, the other day I put my favorite skirt on and the elastic was shot. The thing spun about my waist and drooped very unattractively. I spent most of the day holding it on with one hand and simmering about how little wear I’d gotten from it.
Just this past August, I’d started going to the gym. I went every single morning until school started and then things got hit and miss, mostly miss. They said I needed to go three times per week for successful weight loss, but between my church commitments and two jobs, I was lucky to make one night a week. I deliberately skipped weigh-in nights because I didn’t want to be handed a slip highlighting my failure.
Even though I wasn’t going to the gym, I did stop eating at fast food places and take care with what foods I brought into my home. I’ve replaced my beloved Pepsi with water. When my students aren’t looking I either giveaway or throw away the candy they bring me.
November 13th I made a promise to myself that no matter what I had to give up, I would make it to the gym three nights per week, and that when the December 1st weigh in came around I wouldn’t miss it. That’s partially why you’ve seen so little of me lately on your blogs.
November 21st I walked into the gym and it was empty. I should have walked out. What was I thinking staying there alone with all those employees who had nothing better to do then look at my stats and discover that I hadn’t been weighed or measured in 113 days?
The next thing I knew I was hustled onto the scales, wrapped up in tape measures and squeezing body fat indicators. And sure enough when all was finished they handed me a computer print out.
total pounds lost: 8.5
total inches lost: 6.5
I guess it wasn’t the elastic in my skirt after all … Now, if I can do that without half trying, what might happen if I put some effort into it?