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XS + Muscle Memory

I posted this on my Facebook last night, and realized I forgot to share it with my Fat Kid Friends.

I lost 10.5" in the last 2 months.




I know? Right? I'm a "little" excited. I squealed like a little school girl. Or maybe just like the guy in the bottom picture. I called my mom. I told a few co-workers. I sashayed the halls at work. I grunted a little more on the elliptical (though that was probably due to the knee pain).

Suffice to say, it was motivating. I lost 5.5" in May, and now 5" in June. Hopefully the numbers will keep building up as the muscle builds and the fat melts.

I lost 1.5" off my left thigh, but only .5" off my right, 1" off my waist, and the other 2" off my hips/arms. Thankfully the inches are coming off fairly evenly, though I'd love if I could lose 10" off my hips. Ah well, it'll happen soon enough. =)

So. Confession time.

I ate 2 3 cookies yesterday. 

I know. I know. The Resolve. I know. I'm sorry! The first cookie was offered to me during our 1st session of premarital counseling last night. Cookies 2 and 3 were literally a muscle memory grab at a plate of sugar as I passed by. It was weird really. I was halfway through the third one (they were small, at least??) when a look of horror struck my face as I looked at Beardy and said "GAAHHH I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE EATING COOKIES!!!".

I hung my head in defeat for a second as I realized I'd have to confess my sins to you all.

(sigh)

I realized it was such a reflex though. I didn't mean to take the (subsequent) cookies, but there was a plate and we were all mingling around and it just happened. It was such an unconscious decision brought on by years of muscle memory from grabbing at sugary confections in my vicinity.

So my baby step life lesson for this time? At least I was aware of what I ate, even if it was ex post facto. 6 months ago I wouldn't have thought twice about eating until my stomach hurt.

I'm back on my "no extraneous sugar" thing, and am munching on some grapes as we speak. I'll be at the gym today and will be eking out my last workout in Phase 1 of NROLFW. I'm excited to keep moving forward, and excited to try on my wedding dress soon and see what the results have done for that.

How's your resolution going?? Want to resolve to not do something for July? :) 

<3
A Redhead

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  1. I fell off the low carb/paleo wagon last night. I bought veggies, fruit, tortilla chips and salsa for the party last night. And just in case someone needed sugar, I had Oreos. Guess what I ate. Chips, salsa, Oreos. I feel like all that work is down the drain. But tomorrow is a new day. :)

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  2. I made coffee at my desk today instead of stopping by Dunkin Donuts or getting something from the cafe downstairs. Small victory.

    In July I resolve to eat a brownie every day!! (They always say to choose something you can easily excel at to build confidence!)

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  3. Congrats dear friend! That is such an accomplishment!! I think we are all meant to eat a cookie here and there. Of course in moderation, but it helps us from feeling so very deprived! This is so exciting, and very inspiring for me!!

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